Holy Irons chords by Grant-lee Phillips

D7º - x,x,1,2,1,2
F7º - x,x,4,5,4,5
D8  - x,x,0,0,3,2

G           B7           Em         C
brother on brother lying on the fields
G          Em      C9       G
only the devil is keepin’ score
G                   B7                Em          C
your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills
G             Em                 C      G
picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war

G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G            Em                C9   G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G               Em       C9        G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

G         B7             Em     C
got no mansion on the yonder mount
G             Em      C9      G
no plantation pillars all in white
G       B7             Em      C
just a southern boy behind a plough
G                 Em            C9     G
swept up like nothin’ in a poor man’s fight

G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G            Em                C9   G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G               Em       C9        G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead


D                D8 - D           D7º  F7º
farewell cordelia let me hold ya close
Em          G             C
so i can remember how it feels
D                D8 - D           D7º        F7º
if a bullet brings me down before i make it home
Em                     G              C
ya know that i’ll be dreamin’ of you still
       A9
yes i will…

G B7 Em C - G Em C G

G         B7           Em       C
little soldiers all in blue and grey
G     Em            C9       G
every one of us a’ bleedin’ red
G        B7                Em    C
and when this broken body falls away
G            Em                C9       G
we’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed

G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G            Em                C9   G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G       B7    Em    C
lay down your holy irons
G               Em       C9        G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead