Hold The Line Chords

[Verse 1]
        F                              G
We were farmboys in the spring of 'fourteen
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A few miles from mother's door the furthest I'd ever been.
F                                     C              G         Dm Am     G
One short month of training and we're off to foreign shores to ho-ld the line.
 
Dm Am G
 
[Verse 2]
          F                                    G
And now a year's gone by and I've never let my mind count
    F                                            G
the minutes of these murders, the brothers now behind.
       F                             C               G              Dm Am     G
"We'll all go home by Christmas. The weather will be kind. Will you ho-ld the line?"
 
              F                                G
"Your mask protects you from the poison yellow smoke."
           F                                                          G
"They will time their charge to take you when they think the line has broken."
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"None of them expecting that we got their trenches mined."
           Dm Am     G
"And we'll ho-ld the line."
 
[Bridge]
     F                            C             G
They sent us out to murder on the empty foreign fields.
         Dm             Am         G
There is crimson in the umber of a kind that doesn't yield.
    F                           C               G
Our youth gave in to anger, our shoulder to the toil.
  Dm      Am        G
A million names and faces in a mile of bloody soil.
 
Dm  F  C  G
 
[Verse 3]
     F                                                    G
Have I been here a lifetime or just these thousand horrid days?
         F
Will the guns ever go silent?
                       G         F              C
Will the winds of time erase the scars upon the battlefield?
    G                              Dm Am     G
The wound within our mind while we ho-ld the line?
 
               F                                                      G
And of all the faces that have come and gone (while in this tomb I've grown),
    F                                                    G
The one I've come to like the least's the one that is my own.
    F                           C            G            Dm Am     G
For within this bloodied hero a murderer you find and you ho-ld the line.
Dm Am     G
Ho-ld the line.
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