8th Of November

	  		
Intro: A G C 

Verse 

A 
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota 
G                              C 
to fight fot the red white and blue 

A 
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1 
G                         C 
Just doing what he had to do 

A 
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble 
G                               C 
With the smell of napalm in the air 

A 
And the seargent said 
G           C 
Look up ahead 

A 
Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down 
G                      C 
On him and twenty-nine more 

A 
They fought for their lives but most of them died 
G            C 
In the 173rd airborne 

Chorus 
A 
On the th of November the angels were crying 
G                            C 
As they carried his brothers away 

A 
With the fire raining down and the hell all around 
G                                     C 
There were few men left standing that day 

A 
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky 
G              C 
Nineteen-sixty-five 
           A        G      C 
the th of November 

A 
Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray 
G                                 C 
But the battle still plays in his head 

A 
He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks 
G                                    C 
About the shrapnell they left in his leg 

A 
He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo 
G                        C 
He ties it on one time a year 

A 
He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one 
G                             C 
And swallows it down with his tears 

Chorus 
A 
On the th of November the angels were crying 
G                            C 
As they carried his brothers away 

A 
With the fire raining down and the hell all around 
G                                     C 
There were few men left standing that day 

A 
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky 
G              C 
Nineteen-sixty-five 
           A        G      C 
the th of November 

A 
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky 
G              C 
Nineteen-sixty-five 

A 
On the eighth of november the angels were crying 
G                            C 
As they carried his brothers away 

A 
With the fire raining down and the hell all around 
G                                     C 
There were few men left standing that day 

A 
On the eighth of november the angels were crying 
G                            C 
As they carried his brothers away 

A 
With the fire raining down and the hell all around 
G                                     C 
There were few men left standing that day 

A 
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky 
G              C 
Nineteen-sixty-five 
           A        G      C 
the th of November 

Instrumental 
A          G         C 

Verse 
A 
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota 
G                              C 
to fight fot the red white and blue 

A 
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1 
G                         C 
Just doing what he had to do