Tom: Em
D A D A A7 D
From the halls of Montezuma to whats left of Tripoli
A D A A7 D
We will fight our country's battles in the air, on land and sea
G D
First to fight for right and freedom
G D
And to keep our honor clean
A D A A7 D
We are proud to bear the title of United States Marines
N.C.
Semper Fi
And now those Air Force pukes:
G D G
Off we go into the wild blue Yonder
C N.C.
Lost again, son of a bitch!
And now the Airborne, first the men who fly the airplanes, the pilots:
G G7 G7/B
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop at zero-zero feet
G G D7
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop at zero-zero feet
G G7 B7 Em
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop at zero-zero feet
Am D4 D G
He ain't gonna fly no more!
G G7 G7/B C C7 G G7
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
G G7/F B7/D# Em Am D4 D G
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, He ain't gonna fly no more!
N.C.
And now the men and women who jump from those airplanes, Paratroopers, Rangers, Green Berets.
Jumping from perfectly good airplanes with not a thing wrong with them. And they say Marines were dumb?
G G7 G7/B
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
C G D7
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit,
G G7 B7 Em
He was a mess, they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
Am D4 D G
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
G G7 G7/B C C7 G G7
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die.
G G7/F B7/D# Em Am D4 D G
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, He ain't gonna jump no more!
The Army. Artillery:
C
Was it high, was it low, where the hell did that one go?
G G7 C
And the caissons go rolling along
The Coast Guard:
C F C
I'm Popeye the sailor man
F C
I'm Popeye the sailor man
F
I fights to the finich
C
'Cos I eats me spinach
G C
I'm Popeye the sailor man
The Navy:
C Am C G Am
Let's go get laid, my boys, let's go get laid...
Nope, something a bit more dignified for the Navy. That's accurate, but something more dignified
Em
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
D
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
Em
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
G D Em
Early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
Em D
Shave his belly with a rusty razor, shave his belly with a rusty razor
Em G D Em
Shave his belly with a rusty razor, early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
D
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
G D Em
Early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
Em
Well make him skipper of the Exxon Valdez
D
Make him a skipper of the Exxon Valdez
Em
Make him a skipper of the Exxon Valdez
G D Em
Early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
Em
We'll lock him in a room full of bagpipe music
D
Lock him in a room full of bagpipe music
Em
Lock him in a room full of bagpipe music
G D Em
Early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
Em D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho and up she rises
Em G D Em
Heave-ho and up she rises, early in the morning
