Sopwith Camel

Intro Bm Hmmm----they said the Camel was a wild thing, D Too much hand and she'd throw you A Too little nerve, and she'd own you. Bm But ride her true, and there was nothing in the sky could dance beside her. [Verso 1] Bm There's a little bird out of Kingston way D With canvas wings and a heart for play A She'll buck and kick if your hand ain't true, Bm But she'll dance like fire in the morning blue From fields below to the clouds on high, D She'll climb where only the brave will fly A With a rotary song and a devilish turn Bm She'll make careless pilots burn [Refrão] Bm Sopwith Camel, wild and free, D She'll kill a fool in every degree A In proper hands, all would agree, Bm She's the deadliest thing you'll ever see Sopwith Camel, climb on high, D Iron and canvas in a clear blue sky A Rein her right and let her sing, F# Bm She's the queen of the war machine [Verso 2] Bm He had mud on his boots from the old trench lines, D Seen the troops break under smoke and mines A But he left the mire for the cold blue skies Bm and chose a machine with a will to fly High over Ypres in the morning sunshine D He led five Camels in a proper line A As German DFW's came into view, Bm Albatros shadows were above them too [Verso 3] Bm Down through the blue of the early morning light, D Thumbs on the trigger, eyes on the sight A A flash from below, then guns replied Bm And his Sopwith awoke and banked to the right Roll her left, lean her right D Back through the clouds and out of sight A Splinters flew but the Camel sang true Bm And the cockpit shook as the Vickers cried [Refrão] Bm Rat-ah-tat-tat Sopwith Camel, wild and free, D She'll kill a fool in every degree A In proper hands all would agree, Bm She's the deadliest thing you'll ever see Sopwith Camel, way on high, D Iron and canvas in a clear blue sky A Rein her right and let her sing, F# D Bm She's the majesty of the war machine! {Instrumental} Bm Bm D D A A Bm [Verso 4] Bm So raise a cheer for the flying few D With steady hands and hearts so true A They rode her high through fire and flame Bm And brought the Camel to lasting fame From dawn patrol to the evening sun, D She kicked and climbed for everyone A But in proper hands with a daring smile, F# Bm That old Sopwith could dance in style [Refrão] Bm Sopwith Camel, wild and free, D She'll kill a fool in every degree A In proper hands, all would agree, Bm She's the deadliest thing you'll ever see Sopwith Camel, climb on high, D Iron and canvas in a clear blue sky A Rein her right and let her sing, F# Bm She's the queen of the war machine Outro D A Bm She was no machine for the careless Bm Bm Hmmmm Hmmmmmmm