Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

I was falling dead in battle

Must have been Tuesday, I don't know the date

I gave everything everyone asked for

But I'll say where I'll be laid

The many dead of my comrades

All look the same in this place

Won't you bury me far from my uniform

So God might remember my face

Bridge

Just bury me far from my uniform

From the iron cross medal I would've worn

From the statues that sisters and widows mourn

From the newspaper clippings in micro-form

From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg

From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste

Won't you bury me far from my uniform

So God might remember my face