D G D
Guerilla Soldier born in Santo Domingo
A D G D
U.S. Marine down from his home up in Maine
A D G D
Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungle
A D G D Dsus4 D
All of them baking under tropical rain
[Pre-Chorus 1]
A Bm Em D
Six long months in a foreign wasteland
A Bm Em D
Scenes of terror so fresh and ripe
A Bm Em D
Found a place to come face to face
A
Like the gutter-snipes
D
Whether you like it or not
Dsus4 D
There ain't no end in sight
[Chorus]
G
For another thousand days will it all be over
Bm
And another thousand nights will the job get done
G
For another thousand days will it all make history
D A
And another thousand nights
D
Will the war be won
[Verse 2]
D G D
Guerilla Soldier gives a smile for the camera
A D G D
U.S. Marine says hi to mom on the news
A D G D
Big Red Machine shows how to move in a straight line
A D G D
Would be a shame to see should one of them lose
[Pre-Chorus 2]
A Bm Em D
Eighteen months in a foreign wasteland
A Bm Em D
Scenes of terror still fresh and ripe
A Bm Em D
Found a place to come face to face
A
Like the gutter-snipes
D
Whether you like it or not
