The Wall

F C F C Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you F C This black stone and these hard tears are all I got left now of you Am Am7/G C I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party Am7 Am7/G C I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry F C Your high boots and striped t-shirt, ah, Billy you looked so bad F Fsus2 C Yeah you and your rock and roll band, you were the best thing this shit town ever had Am7 Am7/G C Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls Am7 Am7/G C F C And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall F Fmaj7 C Well I'm sorry I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me F Fmaj7 C If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me Am Am7/G C For the living time it must be served as the day goes on Am7 Am7/G C Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone F C On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with the ribbons red as the blood F C Red as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud Am7 Am7/G C Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue, rustling the leaves as they fall Am7 Am/G C Fsus2 C And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall F C F C Am Am7/G C Am Am7/G C (until fade out)