The Hill I Will Die On akkorde

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Em G C

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Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle
    C
And some have waged war out at sea
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Some in militias and some with malicious intent

Some men just want to be
Em                       G
Free from oppression and so their aggression
   C
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Em                            G        D
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
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And some have waged war on the street

      Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
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I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Em                     G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
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The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Em                      G
I guess this is the will I will write on
    C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
      Em                             G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
C                                               Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will-

      Em G   C
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
       Em          G C
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na

Em                         G
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
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And some use a shield and a knife
Em                      G
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral
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And ruins an innocent life
Em                    G
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson
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And leads to regression and strife
Em                       G                D
Some fight to stifle and some ’cause it’s primal
    C
And some ’cause they’re sure that they’re right

      Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Em                     G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Em                      G
I guess this is the will I will write on
    C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
      Em                             G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
    C                                                  Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

      Em    C
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
      Em       G     C
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na