title: One Tin Soldier (Billy Jack theme)
key: Theme
harp type: Chromatic
genre: C
skill: Any

By Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter
Key:C
Lis-ten, chil-dren, to a sto-ry
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That was writ-ten long a-go,
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‘Bout a king-dom on a moun-tain
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And the val-ley-folk be-low.
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On the moun-tain was a trea-sure
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Bur-ied deep be-neath the stone,
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And the val-ley-peo-ple swore
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They’d have it for their ver-y own.
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Go a-head and hate your neigh-bor,
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Go a-head and cheat a friend.
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Do it in the name of Hea-ven,
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Jus-ti-fy it in the end.
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There won’t be an-y trum-pets blow-in�
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Come the judge-ment day,
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On the blood-y morn-ing af-ter….
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One tin sold-ier rides a-way.
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So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they’d kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom,
“With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there.”
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger,
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it…
“Peace on Earth” was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.