D G D Guerilla Soldier born in Santo DomingoA D G D U.S. Marine down from his home up in MaineA D G D Big Red Machine rolls in patrolling the jungleA D G D Dsus4 D All of them baking under tropical rain [Pre-Chorus 1]A Bm Em D Six long months in a foreign wastelandA Bm Em D Scenes of terror so fresh and ripeA Bm Em D Found a place to come face to faceA Like the gutter-snipesD Whether you like it or notDsus4 D There ain't no end in sight [Chorus]G For another thousand days will it all be overBm And another thousand nights will the job get doneG For another thousand days will it all make historyD A And another thousand nightsD Will the war be won [Verse 2]D G D Guerilla Soldier gives a smile for the cameraA D G D U.S. Marine says hi to mom on the newsA D G D Big Red Machine shows how to move in a straight lineA D G D Would be a shame to see should one of them lose [Pre-Chorus 2]A Bm Em D Eighteen months in a foreign wastelandA Bm Em D Scenes of terror still fresh and ripeA Bm Em D Found a place to come face to faceA Like the gutter-snipesD Whether you like it or notDsus4 D There ain't no end in sight [Chorus]G For another thousand days will it all be overBm And another thousand nights will the job get doneG For another thousand days will it all make historyD A And another thousand nightsD Will the war be won
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