The Colonels Journal akkorde

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The old colonel was a veteran
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Each night he'd take his medicine
       D
And stay up watching Letterman
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Trying to forget
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The things he saw when he was young
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The carnage and the sound of guns
     D
He kept his pain from everyone
         D
With the ink inside his pen

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The colonel kept a journal of his troubles and regrets
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His battles were internal, raging wars inside his head
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'Til the end, he was a soldier
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'Cause the fight was never over
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The colonel kept a journal and he left it in a box
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Buried in the basement underneath some dirty socks
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´Til the end, he was a soldier
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'Cause the fight was never over

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And the day he died, his kids flew in
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Took some time just to remember him
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They cleaned up his old medicine
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As everybody wept
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They were packing up the cellar
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When they found his diary, read it and
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Couldn't believe the things he said
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With the ink inside his pen

       A                          E
The colonel kept a journal of his troubles and regrets
    F#m                      Em
His battles were internal, raging wars inside his head
           D
'Til the end, he was a soldier
           Dm
'Cause the fight was never over
       A                          E
The colonel kept a journal and he left it in a box
F#m                     Em
Buried in the basement underneath some dirty socks
         D
'Til the end, he was a soldier
           Dm
'Cause the fight was never over

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The old colonel was a veteran
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My granddad, and a gentleman
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I'll always remember him
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Oh, I swear I won´t forget
     A                 E
The things he saw when he was young
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The carnage and the sound of guns
        D
And the pain he kept from everyone
         Dm
With the ink inside his pen

     A                            E
The colonel kept a journal of his troubles and regrets
    F#m                            Em
His battles were internal, raging wars inside his head
         D
´Til the end, he was a soldier
           Dm
'Cause the fight was never over
    A                             E
The colonel kept a journal and he left it in a box
F#m                     Em
Buried in the basement underneath some dirty socks
         D
´Til the end, he was a soldier
           Dm
'Cause the fight was never over

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Mmmm-mmm
Em D    Dm
Mmmm-mmm