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Here are the chords and words to the Tom Paxton song "Born on the fourth
of July", written about the Viet Nam veteran Ron Kovic, who was
paralysed in the war. It is based on Kovic's autobiography of the same
name, which in turn has been made into a film starring Tom Cruise. I
thought that if you're going to bother having any Tom Paxton on your
guitar file you might at least have one of his better, though less
well-known songs, instead of just rubbish like the Marvellous Toy.
[C] [Em] [F] [G]
[C] [Em] [F] [G]
As a [C]schoolboy I played with a [Em]plastic grenade
It was [F]grey and with [G]caps it was [C]loaded
In the [F]dirt we would cry and dra[C]matically [Am]die
As it [F]flew through the [G]air and ex[C]ploded
As a [E]young man my dream was to [Am]be a marine
My [F]flag was worth all I could [G]bring it
The [C]country was young. When the [Em]anthem was sung
It [F]gave me the [G]goosebumps to [C]sing it
I was [F]born on the fourth of Ju[C]ly
[F]No-one more loyal than [G]I
When my [C]country said so I was [Em]ready to go
And I [F]wish I'd been [G]left there to [C]die
[Em] [F] [G]
When I landed in Nam I was with Uncle Sam
I was fighting for God and my mother
And I knew what to do when my first tour was through
I signed up and went back for another
But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town
In the night how the metal was flying
We blew it to hell. Really did our job well,
But just women and kids did the dying
I was born on the fourth of July
No-one more loyal than I
When my country said so I was ready to go
And I wish I'd been left there to die
In the damn DMZ it all ended for me
The fighting broke out and we scattered
One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel
The next hit my spine and it shattered
In my hospital bed I could hear what was said
And the word will stay with me forever
With my whole life ahead, my body was dead
And the word they were using was never
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town
To see the young girls and their lovers
And my mind is afire, it's alive with desire
Christ, I'd barely begun, now it's over
In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife
I'm supposed to be cheerful and stoic
I'm your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you
Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic
Please send any comments or mistakes to me.
Here are the chords and words to the Tom Paxton song "Born on the fourth
of July", written about the Viet Nam veteran Ron Kovic, who was
paralysed in the war. It is based on Kovic's autobiography of the same
name, which in turn has been made into a film starring Tom Cruise. I
thought that if you're going to bother having any Tom Paxton on your
guitar file you might at least have one of his better, though less
well-known songs, instead of just rubbish like the Marvellous Toy.
[C] [Em] [F] [G]
[C] [Em] [F] [G]
As a [C]schoolboy I played with a [Em]plastic grenade
It was [F]grey and with [G]caps it was [C]loaded
In the [F]dirt we would cry and dra[C]matically [Am]die
As it [F]flew through the [G]air and ex[C]ploded
As a [E]young man my dream was to [Am]be a marine
My [F]flag was worth all I could [G]bring it
The [C]country was young. When the [Em]anthem was sung
It [F]gave me the [G]goosebumps to [C]sing it
I was [F]born on the fourth of Ju[C]ly
[F]No-one more loyal than [G]I
When my [C]country said so I was [Em]ready to go
And I [F]wish I'd been [G]left there to [C]die
[Em] [F] [G]
When I landed in Nam I was with Uncle Sam
I was fighting for God and my mother
And I knew what to do when my first tour was through
I signed up and went back for another
But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town
In the night how the metal was flying
We blew it to hell. Really did our job well,
But just women and kids did the dying
I was born on the fourth of July
No-one more loyal than I
When my country said so I was ready to go
And I wish I'd been left there to die
In the damn DMZ it all ended for me
The fighting broke out and we scattered
One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel
The next hit my spine and it shattered
In my hospital bed I could hear what was said
And the word will stay with me forever
With my whole life ahead, my body was dead
And the word they were using was never
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town
To see the young girls and their lovers
And my mind is afire, it's alive with desire
Christ, I'd barely begun, now it's over
In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife
I'm supposed to be cheerful and stoic
I'm your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you
Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic
Please send any comments or mistakes to me.
