I(C) Thought I was a (G7) hero, I guess I never ( C) heard, that people thought my (G7)name, to be
a dirty (C) word.
(F) I didn’t know I was so bad (C) or we were all to blame (F) for causing all those folks, to hide their
faces in (G7) shame.
(C) When I came home a broken (G7) man, I couldn’t figure (C) why, that people didn’t give a
(G7 damn for young men who’d had to (C) die.
( F) He did as he was (C) told to do (G7) stood by his post (C) he didn’t run,(Dm) He was some
Mothers (G7) son. (C) And now I think of friends that’s (G7) gone, I wish I’d never (C) heard.
(F) No ticker tape, (C) no marching bands, (G7) no backslaps or (C) shaking hands, (Dm) not a thankful
(G7) word.
(C) I thought I was a (G7) hero, I guess I never (C) heard.
