Men Behind The Guns lyrics

Song information

Artist: Phil Ochs
Album: I Ain't Marching Anymore

Lyrics

Dm c
Let's drink a toast to the admiral
Dm f
And here's to the captain bold
Am dm
And glory more for the commodore
F c
When the deeds of might are told

Dm c
They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck
Dm f
When the great shells roar and pound
Am dm
And never they fear when the foe is near
F c
To lay their orders down--

F dm
But off with your hats and three times three
F c
For every sailor's son
Dm c
For the men below who fight the foe
F c
The men behind the guns:
Am dm
Oh, the men behind the guns

Their hearts a-pounding heavy when
They swing to port once more --
With never enough of the greenback stuff
They start for the leave ashore

And you'd think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps
Had better clothes to wear
For the uniforms of officers
Could hardly be compared:

Warriors bold with straps of gold
That dazzle like the sun
Outshine the common sailor boys
The lads who serve the guns:
Oh, the men behind the guns

Say not a word till the shot is heard
That tells the fight is on
And the angry sound of another round
That says there must be (god? gone??)

Over the deep and the deadly sweep
The fire and the bursting shell
Where the very air is a mad despair
The throes of a living hell

But down and deep in a mighty ship
Unseen by the midday sun
You'll find the boys who make the noise
The lads who serve the guns:
Oh, the men behind the guns

And well they know the cyclone blow
Loose from the cannon's steel
The know the hull of the enemy ship
Will quiver with the (peal?)

And the decks will rock with the lightning shock
And shake with the great recoil
While the sea grows red with the blood of the dead
And swallows up her spoil

But not until the final ship
Has made her final run
Can we give their rest to the very best:
To the lads who serve the guns --
Oh, the men behind the guns

Let's drink a toast to the admiral
And here's to the captain bold
And glory more for the commodore
When the deeds of might are told

They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck
When the great shells roar and pound
And never they fear when the foe is near
To lay their orders down--

But off with your hats and three times three
For every sailor's son
For the men below who fight the foe
The men behind the guns:
Oh, the man behind the gun

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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