Boots On The Ground

Intro:
Em C/E 
   C/E 

 
Em 
Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole 
C/E              Am 
Big chug rhythm, gotta be now ho! 
 Em 
Brown, mean and young, dumb and full of cum 
Am 
What can you use a Marine for? 
 

 
G 
This is a fucking ass machine gun war 
          Am 
With your boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
E 
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
    Em 
We trim your hedges, we fight your wars 
C/E 
Wait in the trenches and we're fucked 'til we're sore 
     C/E                  Am 
With boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
 

 
Em 
Born shiny bullets in an army of ants 
 Am 
Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants 
    G 
Big titties, big titties 
        Am 
Well we holler and we burn down cities 
 

 
Em 
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
 C/E                     Am 
Shootin' up the town by stayin' in the hole 
           Em 
'Til Jimmy Hoffa is found 
        Em               Am 
With my boots on the ground  


Instrumental Break 
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                                   Em 
Well, something goes tink when the cardrige is spent 
                               Am 
Where do you think all your cartilage went? 
                     G 
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
                           Am 
Now who the hell are these federal pricks? 
                             Em 
Hiding in the Senate like a bloated-ass tick 
                C/E 
Air-conditioned fuckstick loafers 
Am                        Em 
Sittin' in a room full of army posters 
                       C/E 
A coal to a diamond, a vote into law 
                          Em 
They campaign up all the blood they can draw 
                   Am 
Mold your world, a soldier's just clay 
                    G 
How much does every soldier weigh? 
                                F 
Cut you at the ankles and they throw that ass away 
F 
Boots on the ground  


Instrumental:
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Dm N.C. 

Outro: 
N.C.                        F 
Cold and hot as Satan's hoof 
                Fm         Dm 
Spinning on the world, I'm hiding on a roof 
                                   F 
I kill a brown man I never ass knew 
           Fm      Dm 
Choked on spit and then he turned blue 
                                           F 
He spattered black blood, he rolled Fin out 
              Fm              Dm 
He died right here, I got the pearl from his snout 
                                           F 
A puff of gray smoke, the tongue of a cloud 
                 Fm       Dm                                             F 
He rotted in the sand and all that they found was his boots on the ground 
Boots on the ground, boots on the ground 
                            F                    N.C. 
All that they found was his boots on the ground, boots on the ground