Born On The Fourth Of July
Subject: Born on the 4th July Here are the chords and words to the Tom Paxton song "Born on the fourth of July", written about the Viet Nam veteran Ron Kovic, who was paralysed in the war. It is based on Kovic's autobiography of the same name, which in turn has been made into a film starring Tom Cruise. I thought that if you're going to bother having any Tom Paxton on your guitar file you might at least have one of his better, though less well-known songs, instead of just rubbish like the Marvellous Toy. Born On The Fourth Of July - Tom Paxton C Em F G C Em F G C Em As a schoolboy I played with a plastic grenade F G C It was grey and with caps it was loaded F C Am In the dirt we would cry and dramatically die F G C As it flew through the air and exploded E Am As a young man my dream was to be a marine F G My flag was worth all I could bring it C Em The country was young. When the anthem was sung F G C It gave me the goosebumps to sing it F C I was born on the fourth of July F G No-one more loyal than I C Em When my country said so I was ready to go F G C And I wish I'd been left there to die Em F G 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 Chords and words transcribed by David Linley Please send any comments or mistakes to me.