The Men Behind The Guns-Phil Ochs

[ti:The Men Behind The Guns] [ar:Phil Ochs] [al:I Ain't Marching Anymore] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Men Behind The Guns (LP版) - Phil Ochs [00:04.70]Let's drink a toast to the admiral [00:06.54]And here's to the captain bold [00:08.49] [00:09.35]And glory more for the commodore [00:11.62]When the deeds of might are told [00:13.79] [00:14.63]They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck [00:16.65]When the great shells roar and pound [00:18.46] [00:19.37]And never they fear when the foe is near [00:21.70]To lay their orders down [00:23.55] [00:24.49]But off with your hats and three times three [00:26.70]For every sailor's son [00:28.54] [00:29.25]For the men below who fight the foe [00:31.68]The men behind the guns: [00:33.63] [00:34.22]Oh the men behind the guns [00:36.17] [00:39.57]Their hearts a-pounding heavy when [00:41.37]They swing to port once more [00:43.27] [00:44.39]With never enough of the greenback stuff [00:46.53]They start for the leave ashore [00:48.21] [00:49.09]And you'd think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps [00:51.17]Had better clothes to wear [00:53.18] [00:53.91]For the uniforms of officers [00:55.87]Could hardly be compared: [00:57.48] [00:59.22]Warriors bold with straps of gold [01:01.08]That dazzle like the sun [01:02.97] [01:03.79]Outshine the common sailor boys [01:06.04]The lads who serve the guns: [01:08.30] [01:08.82]Oh the men behind the guns [01:10.80] [01:14.19]Say not a word till the shot is heard [01:16.15]That tells the fight is on [01:17.94] [01:18.73]And the angry sound of another round [01:21.10]That says there must be God [01:23.20] [01:24.12]Over the deep and the deadly sweep [01:25.95]The fire and the bursting shell [01:27.76] [01:28.49]Where the very air is a mad despair [01:30.91]The throes of a living hell [01:32.72] [01:33.82]But down and deep in a mighty ship [01:35.75]Unseen by the midday sun [01:37.80] [01:38.36]You'll find the boys who make the noise [01:40.86]The lads who serve the guns: [01:42.85] [01:43.50]Oh the men behind the guns [01:45.43] [01:48.81]And well they know the cyclone blow [01:50.87]Loose from the cannon's steel [01:52.52] [01:53.36]The know the hull of the enemy ship [01:55.82]Will quiver with the peal [01:57.48] [01:58.23]And the decks will rock with the lightning shock [02:00.88]And shake with the great recoil [02:02.51] [02:03.22]While the sea grows red [02:04.56]With the blood of the dead [02:06.03]And swallows up her spoil [02:07.82] [02:08.42]But not until the final ship [02:10.42]Has made her final run [02:12.52] [02:13.21]Can we give their rest to the very best: [02:15.51]To the lads who serve the guns [02:17.67] [02:18.25]Oh the men behind the guns [02:20.11] [02:23.32]So Let's drink a toast to the admiral [02:25.52]And here's to the captain bold [02:28.29]And glory more for the commodore [02:30.53]When the deeds of might are told [02:32.76] [02:33.53]They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck [02:35.60]When the great shells roar and pound [02:37.47] [02:38.26]And never they fear when the foe is near [02:40.59]To lay their orders down [02:42.48] [02:43.36]But off with your hats and three times three [02:45.36]For every sailor's son [02:47.39] [02:48.13]For the men below who fight the foe [02:50.64]The men behind the guns: [02:52.52] [02:53.07]Oh the man behind the gun