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Paramilitary Jamboree

  • Writer: Amanda Riddell
    Amanda Riddell
  • Feb 10
  • 2 min read

(3/4) C7 They gave us guns D7

And they gave us freedom. C7 The President elect, D7 He gave us a pardon. C7 Now I've got a hard-on D7 For shooting up spics. C7 No dirty tricks G C We're as free as can be: (two-step, cut time) D A7 It's a paramilitary jamboree! E7 Shooting up them darkies, A That's the life for me D A7 It's the paramilitary ICE! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                          A That's why he set us free. (3/4) C7 He went to our cells, D7

And gave us a bargain: C7 "Do what I say, D7 And you'll murder their jargon." C7 Now I've got a hard-on D7 For shooting up chinks C7 His sly little winks G C Endorse our hate spree: (two-step, cut time) D A7 It's a paramilitary jamboree! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                           A That's the life for me. D A7 It's the paramilitary ICE! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                                       A That's why he set us free. (3/4) C7 He gave us our guns, D7

Without fear of reprisal, C7 Then said loud and clear D7 "Go out and kill Fievel!" C7 Now I've got a hard-on D7 For shooting up rats. C7 Their sly little gnats G C Keep coming to me: (two-step, cut time)          D A7 It's a paramilitary jamboree! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                           A That's the life for me. D A7 It's the paramilitary ICE! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                                       A That's why he set us free. (3/4) C7 They gave us guns D7

And they gave us freedom. C7 The President elect, D7 He gave us a pardon. C7 Now I've got a hard-on D7 For spreading his lies. C7

Cut down to size, G C We're as free as can be: (two-step, cut time)          D A7 It's a paramilitary jamboree! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                           A That's the life for me.              D A7 It's the paramilitary ICE! E7 Shooting up them darkies,                                       A That's why he set us free. - C7 without the open E strings. x3231x - Amanda Riddell, February 2026

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