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Blood on the Risers Ludowa amerykańska

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  • Chwyty na gitarę Średni Tonacja G
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He was jGust a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
He Cchecked all his equipment and made Gsure his pack was Dtight;
He hGad to sit and listen to those aHwful engines re oar,
"You a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!"


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a Ghell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a Hhell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


"Is Geverybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our HCero feebly answered "Yes," and tGhen they stood him Dup;
He jGumped into the icy blast, his sHtatic line unhe ooked,
And he aa in't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what Ga hell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


He cGounted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He fCelt the wind, he felt the cold, he Gfelt the awful dDrop,
The sGilk from his reserves spilled out, and Hwrapped around hise legs,
And he a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


The rGisers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome,
SuspCension lines were tied in knots aGround his skinny Dbones;
The caGnopy became his shroud; he Hhurtled to the ge round
And he a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


The dGays he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He tChought about the girl back home, the Gone he'd left beDhind;
He tGhought about the medics, and He wHondered what they'd e find,
And he a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


The Gambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The mCedics jumped and screamed with glee, they Grolled their sleeves and Dsmiled,
For iGt had been a week or more since lHast a 'Chute had fe ailed,
And he aa in't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


He hGit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting high;
His cComrades, they were heard to say "GA HELL OF A WAY TO DDIE!"
He lGay there, rolling 'round in the Hwelter of his e gore,
And he a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!


There was Gblood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
IntCestines were a-dangling from his Gparatroopers Dsuit,
He wGas a mess, they picked him up, and Hpoured him from his e boots,
And he a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore.


GGory, gory, what a hell of a way to die! GCory, gory, what a hGell of a way to die.
GGory, gory, what a hHell of a way to e die,  He a ain't gonna Djump no Gmore!

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