C Em F G
C Em
As a schoolboy I played with a plastic grenade
It was grey and with caps it was loaded
F C AmIn the dirt we would cry and dramatically die
F G CAs it flew through the air and exploded
As a young man my dream was to be a marine
F GMy flag was worth all I could bring it
C EmThe country was young. When the anthem was sung
It gave me the goosebumps to sing it
I was born on the fourth of July
F GNo-one more loyal than I
C EmWhen my country said so I was ready to go
And I wish I'd been left there to die
When I landed in Nam I was with Uncle Sam
I was fighting for God and my mother
And I knew what to do when my first tour was through
I signed up and went back for another
But it all tumbled down when we ambushed the town
In the night how the metal was flying
We blew it to hell. Really did our job well,
But just women and kids did the dying
I was born on the fourth of July
No-one more loyal than I
When my country said so I was ready to go
And I wish I'd been left there to die
In the damn DMZ it all ended for me
The fighting broke out and we scattered
One shot hit my heel, the last thing I feel
The next hit my spine and it shattered
In my hospital bed I could hear what was said
And the word will stay with me forever
With my whole life ahead, my body was dead
And the word they were using was never
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town
To see the young girls and their lovers
And my mind is afire, it's alive with desire
Christ, I'd barely begun, now it's over
In my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife
I'm supposed to be cheerful and stoic
I'm your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you
Clean-cut, paralysed and heroic
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