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"November The 12th" - Joe Solo - Me & Billy The Kid - 2008
Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
C/B - x20010
Capo 4, 3/4 time & key of E
C C/B Am
My name is Private Joe Carpenter,
F | C | C/B |
The 51st Rifles in France
C C/B Am
'n' I'm here to pick up the pieces of people
F G
They left when the armys' advanced
Dm Am
The rats here grew fat on the flesh of My comrades
F G
Rotting out in No Man's Land
Dm Am
Now I'm trying to give some poor old bugger His name back
F | C | C/B |
When all I can find is His hand
G Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
F C G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
F G | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G |
C C/B Am
My Brother died up in Wipers last winter
F | C | C/B |
He’d signed up as soon as He could
C C/B Am
Now bits of His body lay buried forever
F G
In ten foot of Passchendaele mud
Dm Am
'n' there in't no graveside My Mother can mourn at
F G
And She cries out into the night
Dm Am
She says "That His death is a message from Heaven,
F C
That God never meant Us to fight"
G Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
F C G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
F G | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G |
C C/B Am
I was digging some place when I come face to face -
F | C | C/B |
With two unblinking eyes staring back
C C/B Am
It give Me a fright, by some trick of the light.
F G
Christ, I swear that it looked like Our Jack
Dm Am
But it was some German boy barely sixteen
F G
I stood there and whispered a prayer
Dm Am
I Said: “You weren’t ever really My enemy Son,
F C
No, He’s sat in some office somewhere”.
G Am
November 11th they rang out the bells
F C
And crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
And I hope all warmongers rot down in hell
F | G | G | G | G | C ..
'cause I’d make ‘em dig graves on November......the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G | C ..
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Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw
C/B - x20010
Capo 4, 3/4 time & key of E
C C/B Am
My name is Private Joe Carpenter,
F | C | C/B |
The 51st Rifles in France
C C/B Am
'n' I'm here to pick up the pieces of people
F G
They left when the armys' advanced
Dm Am
The rats here grew fat on the flesh of My comrades
F G
Rotting out in No Man's Land
Dm Am
Now I'm trying to give some poor old bugger His name back
F | C | C/B |
When all I can find is His hand
G Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
F C G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
F G | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G |
C C/B Am
My Brother died up in Wipers last winter
F | C | C/B |
He’d signed up as soon as He could
C C/B Am
Now bits of His body lay buried forever
F G
In ten foot of Passchendaele mud
Dm Am
'n' there in't no graveside My Mother can mourn at
F G
And She cries out into the night
Dm Am
She says "That His death is a message from Heaven,
F C
That God never meant Us to fight"
G Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
F C G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
F G | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G |
C C/B Am
I was digging some place when I come face to face -
F | C | C/B |
With two unblinking eyes staring back
C C/B Am
It give Me a fright, by some trick of the light.
F G
Christ, I swear that it looked like Our Jack
Dm Am
But it was some German boy barely sixteen
F G
I stood there and whispered a prayer
Dm Am
I Said: “You weren’t ever really My enemy Son,
F C
No, He’s sat in some office somewhere”.
G Am
November 11th they rang out the bells
F C
And crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
G Am
And I hope all warmongers rot down in hell
F | G | G | G | G | C ..
'cause I’d make ‘em dig graves on November......the 12th
.. | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F | C | G | C ..
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