Em G C
Em G C
Em G
Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle
C
And some have waged war out at sea
Em G C
Some in militias and some with malicious intent
Some men just want to be
Em G
Free from oppression and so their aggression
C
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Em G D
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
C
And some have waged war on the street
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 Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will-
Em G C
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
Em G C
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
Em G
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 ruins an innocent life
Em G
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson
C
And leads to regression and strife
Em G D
Some fight to stifle and some ’cause it’s primal
C
And some ’cause they’re sure that they’re right
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 Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on
Em C
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
Em G C
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
The Hill I Will Die On acordes
de Alec Benjamin
