Wildfire chords by Mandolin Orange

This is a super simple but beautiful song. You can play it straight as shown, or if you want to add a little
finesse you could hammer chords and throw is a sus or two. Enjoy!
There's actually two instrumentals in the song, but the first is for mandolin and the second is for lead
guitar. So I just play them as two loops of the chords progression.


Verse 1:

 A                    G
Brave men fall with a battle cry
D                                                             A
Tears fill the eyes of their loved ones and their brothers in arms
      G                D
So it went, for Joseph Warren

   A                              G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
    D                                                     A
His rank could have saved him, but a country unborn needs bravery
       G            D
And it spread like wildfire

Chorus:

A   G   D
   Wildfire
A   G   D
   Wildfire


Verse 2:

          A                G
From the ashes grew sweet liberty
          D
Like the seeds of the pines when the forest burns
      A        G             D
They open up, grow and burn again

    A                              G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
     D                                    A
But too much money rolled in to ever end slavery
            G                D
The cry for war spread like wildfire


Chorus:

A   G   D
   Wildfire
A   G   D
   Wildfire


Instrumental:

A   G   D (x2)


Verse 3:

 A               G
Civil war came, civil war went
D
Brother fought brother, the south was spent
         A               G                   D
But its true demise was hatred, passed down through the years

    A                              G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
     D                                       A
But pride has a way of holding too firm to history
        G           D
And it burns like wildfire


Chorus:

A   G   D
   Wildfire
A   G   D
   Wildfire


Instrumental:

A   G   D (x2)


Verse 4:

A               G
  I was born a southern son
      D
In a small southern town where the rebels run wild
A                                G                    D
 They beat their chest and they swear: we're gonna rise again

    A                              G
It should have been different, it could have been easy
    D                                                      A
The day that old Warren died, hate should have gone with it
            G                    D
But here we are, caught in the wildfire


Chorus:

A   G   D
   Wildfire
A   G   D