Intro -x2-: Em G C Verse 1: 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 Chorus: 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- Post-Chorus: Em G C Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na Em G C Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na Verse 2: 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 Chorus: 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 Post-Chrous: Em C Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na Em G C Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
