Leaving War Is Hell

Dm C He got up at three to be there at five, Dm Em Time was a virture he claimed; Dm C We got to the airport in plenty of time, G Dm The talk was of what was to come. Dm Em None of us can say that it's easy to leave, Dm Em Letting go of all those who care; Dm Em It's part of the cost of the freedom we love, G Dm Death is hard.......But war is hell. Fiddle Dm C To those he cared for he said his farewells, Dm Em In spite of the pain and the sorrow; Dm С I heard the pain in his voice as he cried, G Dm My son was going off to war. Mandola Dm C War leaves no prisnoers and that is a fact, Dm Em All of the captives are under it's reign; Dm C Say 'The arm can't catch me my friend' G Dm But ask someone subject to its rule. Dm Em None of us can say that it's easy to leave, Dm Em Letting go of all those who care; Dm Em It's part of the cost of the freedom we love, G Dm Death is hard.......But war is hell. Banjo outro