The Hill I Will Die On accordi

Mim Sol Do
Mim Sol Do

Mim                       Sol
Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle
    Do
And some have waged war out at sea
Mim                   Sol                   Do
Some in militias and some with malicious intent

Some men just want to be
Mim                       Sol
Free from oppression and so their aggression
   Do
Is worn like a badge on their sleeve
Mim                            Sol        Re
Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle
    Do
And some have waged war on the street

      Mim                      Sol
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  Do
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Mim                     Sol
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
Do
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Mim                      Sol
I guess this is the will I will write on
    Do
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
      Mim                             Sol
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
Do                                               Mim
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will-

      Mim Sol   Do
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
       Mim          Sol Do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na

Mim                         Sol
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible
    Do
And some use a shield and a knife
Mim                      Sol
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral
    Do
And ruins an innocent life
Mim                    Sol
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson
    Do
And leads to regression and strife
Mim                       Sol                Re
Some fight to stifle and some ’cause it’s primal
    Do
And some ’cause they’re sure that they’re right

      Mim                      Sol
Guess this is the hill I will die on
  Do
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on
       Mim                     Sol
Walked down to the bus that I ride on
Do
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill
        Mim                      Sol
I guess this is the will I will write on
    Do
The back of this bill, with my pen as my quill
      Mim                             Sol
And I hope you’ll still love me when I’m gone
    Do                                                  Mim
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

      Mim    Do
Ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na
      Mim       Sol     Do
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-na-na-na