E
Civilians are all dead now
A
My armyjacket got ripped
E                        
The striker in a bed now 
A5
Beneath the men lie dead
E
They tried to all forget it
A
But I never think I will

        E          B
I get up feeling down
           C#m           A
Wished I had turned around
E                  B              E 
And I fight my way back to the fort
A              E A
Back to the fort

E
It echoes all tomorrow
A
Hate has come instead
E
The songs will all bring sorrow
A5
The Indian-girl says
E
"The States are growing big now"
A
"Who cares about the rest"

        E          B
I get up feeling down
           C#m           A
Wished I had turned around
E                  B              E 
And I fight my way back to the fort
A              E A
Back to the fort

( F  F#  G  G#  A  E )

E
The axes are all laid down
A
The opressed fought and begged
E
Please treat her well
A5
The major sla (go to hell)
E
The little pinned-boned soldier
A
Was far too scared to stay
So he screamed

        E          B
I get up feeling down
           C#m           A
Wished I had turned around
E                  B              E 
And I fight my way back to the fort
A              E A
Back to the fort

E
The great major's adjutants
A
All loved to see more blood
E
Were so down senceless
A5
She's still lies there in the mud 
E
People have forgotten
A
The ancient  massacre