Bunch Of Words

G | G | G | G || G F When I was a child I heard them coming from my Sisters room Am Am G and they spoke of peace and love and war and hate and hope and doom. G F And I knew they would change the world and mend this broken nation, Am Am G now they feel like memories, coming from the oldies station. Em C Just a bunch of words in a simple chain, Am G on a hotel napkin with a red wine stain. Em A Just a bunch of words and some simple chords, F C G that will soon be gone, just a song. G F The monkey took my friend and beat him right into the ground, Am Am G so, I was there the day they spread his ashes all around. G F I sang one I wrote for him but felt just like a hack, Am Am G because I knew my pretty, little ditty, wasn't ever gonna bring him back. Em C Just a bunch of words in a simple chain, Am G on a hotel napkin with a red wine stain. Em A Just a bunch of words and some simple chords, F C G that will soon be gone, just a song. F C G One to move us, one to sooth us, one to educate, F Am D E major happy, minor sad, sometimes modulate, ... (Key Change to A A G I know a pirate in the Caribbean who's broken all the rules, Bm Bm A now he stands and sings for drunken kids from NY private schools. A G I ask him how he keeps it up and his eyes begin to glisten, Bm Bm A He says: "it's who I am, it's what I do, on the off chance they might listen" ... F#m D to a bunch of words in a simple chain, Bm A on a hotel napkin with a red wine stain. F#m B Just a bunch of words and some simple chords, G D A that will soon be gone, just a song, yeah. End-Chorus F#m D Just a bunch of words in a simple chain, Bm A and a happy tune and a sad refrain. F#m B Just a bunch of words and some simple chords, G D A that will soon be gone, just a song. G D A But right or wrong, it's just a song, G D A we gotta soldier on, it's just a song. A A Gotta soldier on, oh, yeah, gotta soldier on, sing my song, A A gotta soldier on, right or wrong, gotta soldier on, gotta soldier on. A A Gotta soldier on, soldier on, gotta soldier on, sing my song, N.C. gotta soldier on, sing my song, oh yeah.