No Forgotten Man
Solas
(CAPO ON 3RD FRET)
From the[G] woods of California to the banks of Ohio
I've always w[C]orked each day God sent as best I'm [G]able
While both[G] me and the crops they failed, those damn wolves came to my door
I just c[C]ouldn't put no food upon the t[G]able
[D]Time to step up, boy, and be a m[C]an.
So they s[G]tuck you 'neath a helmet and put a shovel in your hand
Sayin' it's t[C]ime to step up, boy, your family [G]needs ya'
And th[G]ough we struggled hard to save, they say our money turned no good
And that [C]there's not gonna' be enough to f[G]eed ya'
[D]And they say it never happened [C]'cause they can.
So they r[C]ob us of our livin', kick us d[G]own with shiny shoes
God k[C]nows we've paid for our dr[G]eamin'
And no[C]w they're trying to tell us that they'll o[G]wn us 'till the [Em]end
So[D]meone better pray that luck means ju[C]stice
'Cause I'll be no forg[G]otten man.[G////][G////][G////]
So they s[G]tuck me 'neath a helmet, put a gun into my hand
Saying [C]time to step up, boy, your country n[G]eeds ya'.
They [G]rounded us like slaughter, they shipped us all to hell
Sayin' [C]what doesn't kill you boy is gonna' f[G]ree ya'.
Pr[D]etend it didn't happen if you c[C]an[////].[C////][C////]
But I [C]did my share of killin' and I [G]took my share of war
Go[C]d knows I bled for my l[G]eader
And [C]now you're trying to tell me my [G]enemy's my f[Em]riend
They'll[D] only pray as long as there is fr[C]eedom
But I'll be no for[G]gotten man.
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
These [G]days I wheel the city, where the streets don't know my name
They'll s[C]ay time to move on boy 'cause no one ne[G]eds you.
In the sh[G]ot glass there's no mercy, in your bottle only blame
Though you s[C]hout the deeds you done no one belie[G]ves ya'
Co[D]me, man, spare a nickel if you c[C////]an[C////]
Cause a[C]ll I've got's a story, no k[G]in to call my own
No phot[C]ographs to pin upon a fe[G]elin'
But w[C]hat you're trying to tell me makes the tr[G]uth too hard to [Em]bend
And ma[D]ybe there's just too much made of fr[C]eedom
Then I'll be no for[G]gotten man.
'Cause [D]one man's chains become another's fre[C]edom
So I'll be no forgo[G]tten man.
'Cause [D]one man's chains becomes another's fr[C]eedom
So you'll be no for[G]gotten man.[G////][G////][G////]
Solas
(CAPO ON 3RD FRET)
From the[G] woods of California to the banks of Ohio
I've always w[C]orked each day God sent as best I'm [G]able
While both[G] me and the crops they failed, those damn wolves came to my door
I just c[C]ouldn't put no food upon the t[G]able
[D]Time to step up, boy, and be a m[C]an.
So they s[G]tuck you 'neath a helmet and put a shovel in your hand
Sayin' it's t[C]ime to step up, boy, your family [G]needs ya'
And th[G]ough we struggled hard to save, they say our money turned no good
And that [C]there's not gonna' be enough to f[G]eed ya'
[D]And they say it never happened [C]'cause they can.
So they r[C]ob us of our livin', kick us d[G]own with shiny shoes
God k[C]nows we've paid for our dr[G]eamin'
And no[C]w they're trying to tell us that they'll o[G]wn us 'till the [Em]end
So[D]meone better pray that luck means ju[C]stice
'Cause I'll be no forg[G]otten man.[G////][G////][G////]
So they s[G]tuck me 'neath a helmet, put a gun into my hand
Saying [C]time to step up, boy, your country n[G]eeds ya'.
They [G]rounded us like slaughter, they shipped us all to hell
Sayin' [C]what doesn't kill you boy is gonna' f[G]ree ya'.
Pr[D]etend it didn't happen if you c[C]an[////].[C////][C////]
But I [C]did my share of killin' and I [G]took my share of war
Go[C]d knows I bled for my l[G]eader
And [C]now you're trying to tell me my [G]enemy's my f[Em]riend
They'll[D] only pray as long as there is fr[C]eedom
But I'll be no for[G]gotten man.
(INSTRUMENTAL BREAK)
These [G]days I wheel the city, where the streets don't know my name
They'll s[C]ay time to move on boy 'cause no one ne[G]eds you.
In the sh[G]ot glass there's no mercy, in your bottle only blame
Though you s[C]hout the deeds you done no one belie[G]ves ya'
Co[D]me, man, spare a nickel if you c[C////]an[C////]
Cause a[C]ll I've got's a story, no k[G]in to call my own
No phot[C]ographs to pin upon a fe[G]elin'
But w[C]hat you're trying to tell me makes the tr[G]uth too hard to [Em]bend
And ma[D]ybe there's just too much made of fr[C]eedom
Then I'll be no for[G]gotten man.
'Cause [D]one man's chains become another's fre[C]edom
So I'll be no forgo[G]tten man.
'Cause [D]one man's chains becomes another's fr[C]eedom
So you'll be no for[G]gotten man.[G////][G////][G////]
