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...SOLDIERS... by Steel Pulse
--------------...............

*from 'Handsworth Revolution' (1978)*


Intro:

Bm  F#m (x4)

Break:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

Verse 1:

    Bm   F#m                     Bm
And when soldiers came; them say war.
                       F#m
Them said them come to make us tame,
              Bm         F#m
And from that day, until now on;
Bm                  F#m
 We were jeered and laughed to scorn.

                  Bm               F#m
Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came),
                  Bm       F#m
Things used to be nice, so nice now.
                  Bm               F#m
Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came),
                  Bm                F#m
Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.

Chorus 1:

G                     A
 Our country them did enter, yeah,
       G                        A
Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere).
G                                     Bm
 One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre.
G
 We got our spears, we got our shields,
          Bm
But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!

Interlude:

A  C#m (strum C#m (x4))

Verse 2:

(n.C)
 Give I back I witch doctor,
Bm             F#m
 Give I back I Black Ruler.
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no dictator,
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no tyrant on yah.

Break:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

Interlude:

Bm  F#m (x4)

Chorus 2:

G  A (x2)
G  Bm (x2)
A  C#m (strum C#m (x4))

(Spoken over Above Chords):

Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules,
Day after day the Black Man is suffering now,
Far more than when he was a slave.
Is there a need for war? No.
Peace my bredren; here them bawl.
Bodies in mutilated condition,
Faces scarred beyond recognition.
Is this what Civilization means to me?
Then without it, I prefer to be, so...

Verse 3:

(n.C)
 Give I back I witch doctor,
Bm             F#m
 Give I back I Black Ruler.
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no dictator,
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no tyrant on yah.

Coda:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

(Repeat to Fade)


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------

   Bm      F#m     G       A      C#m

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 x24432  244222  355433  577655  x46654


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)...SOLDIERS... by Steel Pulse
--------------...............

*from 'Handsworth Revolution' (1978)*


Intro:

Bm  F#m (x4)

Break:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

Verse 1:

    Bm   F#m                     Bm
And when soldiers came; them say war.
                       F#m
Them said them come to make us tame,
              Bm         F#m
And from that day, until now on;
Bm                  F#m
 We were jeered and laughed to scorn.

                  Bm               F#m
Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came),
                  Bm       F#m
Things used to be nice, so nice now.
                  Bm               F#m
Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came),
                  Bm                F#m
Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.

Chorus 1:

G                     A
 Our country them did enter, yeah,
       G                        A
Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere).
G                                     Bm
 One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre.
G
 We got our spears, we got our shields,
          Bm
But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!

Interlude:

A  C#m (strum C#m (x4))

Verse 2:

(n.C)
 Give I back I witch doctor,
Bm             F#m
 Give I back I Black Ruler.
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no dictator,
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no tyrant on yah.

Break:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

Interlude:

Bm  F#m (x4)

Chorus 2:

G  A (x2)
G  Bm (x2)
A  C#m (strum C#m (x4))

(Spoken over Above Chords):

Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules,
Day after day the Black Man is suffering now,
Far more than when he was a slave.
Is there a need for war? No.
Peace my bredren; here them bawl.
Bodies in mutilated condition,
Faces scarred beyond recognition.
Is this what Civilization means to me?
Then without it, I prefer to be, so...

Verse 3:

(n.C)
 Give I back I witch doctor,
Bm             F#m
 Give I back I Black Ruler.
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no dictator,
Bm             F#m
 Me no want no tyrant on yah.

Coda:

   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!
   Bm     F#m
Du-tallee!

(Repeat to Fade)


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------

   Bm      F#m     G       A      C#m

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 x24432  244222  355433  577655  x46654


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)
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