Phil Ochs - Men Behind The Guns Lyrics
Pre>Dm cLets drink a toast to the admiral,Dm fAnd heres to the captain bold,Am dmAnd glory more for the commodore,F cWhen the deeds of might are told.Dm cThey stand to the deck with the battles wreck,Dm fWhen the great shells roar and pound,Am dmAnd never they fear when the foe is nearF cTo lay their orders down--F dmBut off with your hats and three times threeF cFor every sailors son,Dm cFor the men below who fight the foe,F cThe men behind the guns:Am dmOh, the men behind the guns.Their hearts a-pounding heavy whenThey swing to port once more --With never enough of the greenback stuff,They start for the leave ashore.And youd think perhaps the blue-blouse chapsHad better clothes to wear,For the uniforms of officersCould hardly be compared:Warriors bold with straps of goldThat dazzle like the sunOutshine the common sailor boys,The lads who serve the guns:Oh, the men behind the guns.Say not a word till the shot is heardThat tells the fight is on,And the angry sound of another roundThat says there must be (god? gone? ? )Over the deep and the deadly sweep,The fire and the bursting shell,Where the very air is a mad despair,The throes of a living hell.But down and deep in a mighty shipUnseen by the midday sunYoull find the boys who make the noise,The lads who serve the guns:Oh, the men behind the guns.And well they know the cyclone blowLoose from the cannons steel.The know the hull of the enemy shipWill quiver with the (peal? ).And the decks will rock with the lightning shockAnd shake with the great recoilWhile the sea grows red with the blood of the deadAnd swallows up her spoil.But not until the final shipHas made her final runCan we give their rest to the very best:To the lads who serve the guns --Oh, the men behind the guns.Lets drink a toast to the admiral,And heres to the captain bold,And glory more for the commodore,When the deeds of might are told.They stand to the deck with the battles wreck,When the great shells roar and pound,And never they fear when the foe is nearTo lay their orders down--But off with your hats and three times threeFor every sailors son,For the men below who fight the foe,The men behind the guns:Oh, the man behind the gun./pre>
