E Last night I closed my eyes and watched the tracers fly, C#m through the jungle trees A like fireflies on a windy night B pulled up and onward by the breeze E and I can still here the far-off, tin canny sounds C#m of their machine guns come unwound A And I was shaking like Little Richard B And I was sweating like ol’ James Brown E Over by my window sill the moon was still C#m on my cigarettes and wine A sometimes there's where I pray to Jesus B sometimes there's where I pray to die E but I could still sense the circling danger C#m of those invisible bastards of the piss-hot day A And I was shakin' with ol’ Proud Mary B And I was sittin' on the Dock of the Bay [Chorus] E Take the hits boys take the hits C#m don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits A 'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel B And your eyes are filled with tears E Hold your breath boys, hold your breath C#m finger your trigger and welcome death A 'cause the choppers' filled with your gut-shot friends B and your hearts are filled with fear [Verse] E The fables tell of men who fell C#m with swords dangling from their chests A and the old guys down at the taproom swear B the Japs could kill you best E But late at night I could still hear the cries C#m of three black guys I seen take it in the face A I think about them sweet Motown girls they left behind B and the assholes that took their place [Chorus] E Take the hits boys take the hits C#m don't smoke your Bible and don't lose your wits A 'cause the sky is filled with shrapnel B And your eyes are filled with tears E Hold your breath boys, hold your breath C#m finger your trigger and welcome death A 'cause the choppers' filled with your gutshot friends B and your hearts are filled with fear
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