Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 I was falling dead in battle

Must have been Tuesday, I don't know the date

 I gave everything everyone asked for

 But I'll say where I'll be laid

The many dead of my comrades

All look the same in this place

 Won't you bury me far from my uniform

 So God might remember my face

Bridge

 Just bury me far from my uniform

 From the iron cross medal I would've worn

 From the statues that sisters and widows mourn

 From the newspaper clippings in micro-form

 From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg

 From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste

 Won't you bury me far from my uniform

 So God might remember my face