Christy Moore - The Dying Soldier Ukulele

Easy song to play really, remember verses are mainly palm muted, apart from that it's 
self explanatory


 Am
Look at the dying soldier, I heard someone whisper
     Em
And then I saw the blood come through my shirt
Am
 Am I going to die here? I don't want to die here
Em
Someone come and pick me from the dirt
G						   A
 I don't belong here, I don't want to die here, oh no
G						A
 I don't belong here, don't let me die here, oh no


My hands are getting colder, my thoughts are growing weaker
This must be the way it is
Stop the shooting, don't you see I'm dying
Someone come and say a prayer
I don't belong here, I don't want to die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me die here, oh no


My eyes are closing, I see someone coming
But he turns his back and runs away
They've stopped shooting, it's started raining
This must be the way
I don't belong here, I dont want to die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me die here, oh no


I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there
I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there
I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there


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