Joe Solo — November The 12Th

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"November The 12th" - Joe Solo - Me & Billy The Kid - 2008
            Transcribed by wranglingoutlaw

C/B - x20010

Capo 4, 3/4 time & key of E

    C      C/B         Am
My name is Private Joe Carpenter,
    F              | C | C/B |
The 51st Rifles in France
    C           C/B          Am
'n' I'm here to pick up the pieces of people
     F                      G
They left when the armys' advanced

    Dm                         Am
The rats here grew fat on the flesh of My comrades
 F                       G
Rotting out in No Man's Land
        Dm                           Am
Now I'm trying to give some poor old bugger His name back
     F                     | C | C/B |
When all I can find is His hand

 G                 Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
     F                              C             G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
    G                          Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
        F                        G          | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th

..  | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F   | C  | G  |

C          C/B        Am
My Brother died up in Wipers last winter
      F                     | C | C/B |
He’d signed up as soon as He could
    C           C/B       Am
Now bits of His body lay buried forever
   F                         G
In ten foot of Passchendaele mud

    Dm                         Am
'n' there in't no graveside My Mother can mourn at
     F                     G
And She cries out into the night
    Dm                        Am
She says "That His death is a message from Heaven,
     F                      C
That God never meant Us to fight"

 G                 Am
November 11th they rung out the bells
     F                              C            G
The crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
    G                          Am
'n' I bet Old Lloyd George was proud of Hisself
        F                        G         | C ..
Bet He wern't digging graves on November the 12th

..  | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F   | C  | G  |

       C            C/B         Am
I was digging some place when I come face to face -
         F                       | C | C/B |
With two unblinking eyes staring back
    C         C/B             Am
It give Me a fright, by some trick of the light.
          F                              G
Christ, I swear that it looked like Our Jack

    Dm                      Am
But it was some German boy barely sixteen
   F                           G
I stood there and whispered a prayer
             Dm                     Am
I Said: “You weren’t ever really My enemy Son,
         F                      C
No, He’s sat in some office somewhere”.

 G                  Am
November 11th they rang out the bells
    F                               C
And crowds hit the streets as they silenced the shells
    G                     Am
And I hope all warmongers rot down in hell
            F                     | G | G | G | G | C ..
'cause I’d make ‘em dig graves on November......the 12th

..  | C/B | Am | Am |
| F | F   | C  | G  | C ..
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