Tom Paxton - Born On The Fourth Of July Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
2
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
2
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

C Em F G

C Em F G

ACs a schoolboy I played withEm a plastic grenade IFt was grey and Gwith caps it Cwas loaded IFn the dirt we would cry anCd dramaticaAmlly die AFs it flew through Gthe air andC exploded AEs a young man my dream was Amto be a marine MFy flag was worth all I couldG bring it TChe country was young. When thEme anthem was sung IFt gave me theG goosebumps to Csing it IF was born on the fourth oCf July NFo-one more loyal than I G WChen my country said so EmI was ready to go AFnd I wish I'd bGeen left there Cto die

Em F G

When I landed in Nam I was with Uncle Sam I was fighting for God and my mother And I knew what to do when my first tour was through I signed up and went back for another But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town In the night how the metal was flying We blew it to hell. Really did our job well, But just women and kids did the dying I was born on the fourth of July No-one more loyal than I When my country said so I was ready to go And I wish I'd been left there to die In the damn DMZ it all ended for me The fighting broke out and we scattered One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel The next hit my spine and it shattered In my hospital bed I could hear what was said And the word will stay with me forever With my whole life ahead, my body was dead And the word they were using was never Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town To see the young girls and their lovers And my mind is afire, it's alive with desire Christ, I'd barely begun, now it's over In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife I'm supposed to be cheerful and stoic I'm your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic