Broken Hymns Teclado

	  

        D 
Now the fog and smoke is lifting 
         D             A 
From the fallen row on row 
   D                   D                 A   
In 1861 the prayed for God to keep their souls 
 D 
Jimmy left home in April 
             D           A      
That was one year to the day 
 D                           
Writes his mother back home in Brighton 
       D                 A 
But he ain't got much to say 
         G                   D  
He's forgotten what his town looks like 
    A        G            A        D A 
The smell of death is all around 
    G                   D 
He dreams of the blue Atlantic 
   A     D         G   D   A        
To once again be homeward bound 
         D 
Homeward bound 
           D 
Though the road was long and winding 
A    D          G  D     A 
Many snares lay in their path 
    D 
But their struggle they saw as righteous 
A               D         G     D    A 
The fought with might and stuck with wrath 



         G                D 
Now the battle hymns are playing 
 A        G             A     D A 
Report of shots not far ways 
   G                      D       A  
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God 
                 D          G  D  A  
Could save their souls that April day 
           D          
Tell their wives that they fought bravely 
A       D        G  D     A    
As they lay them in their graves 


       D 
As the train pulled in the station 
A       D                  A 
And the families gathered 'round 
          D     
You could hear the first car echo 
A      D     G    D    A             
With a loud triumphant sound 
        D      
But the last car it was silent 
A             D                       A    
They listened close but they couldn't hear 
       D                 
It was laden down with coffins 
A           D         G    D   A       
That didn't speak and couldn't cheer 



Chorus



Solo:  D   D A Bm9 G

  
       D     
As the train pulled in the station 
         A                  D A     
And the families gathered 'round 
Bm9 
You could hear the first car echo 
        A                D A    
With a loud triumphant sound 
        G                 D     
Now the battle hymns are playing 
 A         G        A       D A        
Report of shots not far away 
   G                      D       A        
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God 
                  D           G  D  A 
Could save theirs souls that April day 
        G                 D      
Now the battle hymns are playing 
 A        G             A      D A 
Report of shots not far away 
   G                      D        A 
No prayer, no promise, no hand of God 
               D            G     D   A     
Could save the souls of the blue and grey 
           D                      
Tell their wives that they fought bravely 
A       D         G  D     A     
As they lay them in their graves