Blood On the Risers (Gory Gory What a Helluva Way to Die)
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He was [G]just a rookie trooper and he [G7]surely shook with [G7/B]fright,
He [C]checked all his equipment and made [G]sure his pack was [D7]tight;
He [G]had to sit and [G7]listen to those [B7]awful engines [Em]roar,
"You [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!"
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
"Is [G]everybody happy?" cried the [G7]Sergeant looking [G7/B]up,
Our [C]Hero feebly answered "Yes," and [G]then they stood him [D7]up;
He [G]jumped into the [G7]icy blast, his [B7]static line [Em]unhooked,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
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He [G]counted long, he counted loud, he [G7]waited for the [G7/B]shock,
He [C]felt the wind, he felt the cold, he [G]felt the awful [D7]drop,
The [G]silk from his [G7]reserves spilled out, and [B7]wrapped around his [Em]legs,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
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The [G]risers swung around his neck, [G7]connectors cracked his [G7/B]dome,
[C]Suspension lines were tied in knots [G]around his skinny [D7]bones;
The [G]canopy [G7]became his shroud; he [B7]hurtled to the [Em]ground
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
The [G]days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept [G7]running through his [G7/B]mind,
He [C]thought about the girl back home, the [G]one he'd left [D7]behind;
He [G]thought about the [G7]medics, and He [B7]wondered what they'd [Em]find,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
The [G]ambulance was on the spot, the [G7]jeeps were running [G7/B]wild,
The [C]medics jumped and screamed with glee, they [G]rolled their sleeves and [D7]smiled,
For [G]it had been a [G7]week or more since [B7]last a 'Chute had [Em]failed,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
He [G]hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his [G7]blood went spurting [G7/B]high;
His [C]comrades, they were heard to say [G]"A HELL OF A WAY TO [D7]DIE!"
He [G]lay there, rolling [G7]'round in the [B7]welter of his [Em]gore,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
There was [G]blood upon the risers, there were [G7]brains upon the [G7/B]chute,
[C]Intestines were a-dangling from his [G]paratroopers [D7]suit,
He [G]was a mess, they [G7]picked him up, and [B7]poured him from his [Em]boots,
And he [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more.
[G]Gory, gory, what a [G7]hell of a way to [G7/B]die! [C]Gory, [C7]gory, what a [G]hell of a way to [G7]die.
[G]Gory, [G7/F]gory, what a [B7/D#]hell of a way to [Em]die, He [Am]ain't gonna [D4]jump [D]no [G]more!
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