Holy Irons

	  		
G           B7           Em         C 
brother on brother lying on the fields  
G          Em      C9       G 
only the devil is keepin’ score  
G                   B7                Em          C 
your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills  
G             Em                 C      G 
picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war 

G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G            Em                C9   G 
lay down your guns and shining bayonets  
G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G               Em       C9        G 
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead 

G         B7             Em     C 
got no mansion on the yonder mount  
G             Em      C9      G  
no plantation pillars all in white  
G       B7             Em      C 
just a southern boy behind a plough  
G                 Em            C9     G 
swept up like nothin’ in a poor man’s fight 

G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G            Em                C9   G 
lay down your guns and shining bayonets  
G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G               Em       C9        G 
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead 


D                D8 - D           D7º  F7º 
farewell cordelia let me hold ya close  
Em          G             C 
so i can remember how it feels  
D                D8 - D           D7º        F7º 
if a bullet brings me down before i make it home  
Em                     G              C 
ya know that i’ll be dreamin’ of you still  
       A9 
yes i will… 

G B7 Em C - G Em C G 

G         B7           Em       C 
little soldiers all in blue and grey  
G     Em            C9       G 
every one of us a’ bleedin’ red  
G        B7                Em    C 
and when this broken body falls away  
G            Em                C9       G 
we’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed 

G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G            Em                C9   G 
lay down your guns and shining bayonets  
G       B7    Em    C 
lay down your holy irons  
G               Em       C9        G 
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead