[Intro]
Em D C
……..
[Verse 1]
Em D
Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle
C
And some have waged war out at sea
Em D
Some in militias and some with malicious intent
C
Some men just want to be
Em D
Free from oppression and so their aggression
C
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Em D
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
C
And some have waged war on the street
[Chorus]
Em G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
Em G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
Em G
I guess this is the will I will write on
C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
Em G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
C Am
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will—
[Post-Chorus]
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
[Verse 2]
Em D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
C
And some use a shield and a knife
Em G
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral
C
And ruin an innocent life
Em G
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson
C
And leads to regression and strife
Em D
Some fight to stifle and some ’cause it’s primal
C
And some ’cause they’re sure that they’re right
[Chorus]
Em G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
Em G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
Em G
I guess this is the will I will write on
C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
Em G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
C Am
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
[Post-Chorus]
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em
Die on
G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
[Bridge]
Em D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
C Em D C
And some use a shield and a knife……..
[Chorus]
Em G
Guess this is the hill I will die on
C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
Em G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
Em G
I guess this is the will I will write on
C
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
Em G
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
C Am
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
[Post-Chorus]
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em
Die on
G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na
Em G C
Mm na, mm-na-na-na