Something like this I think? YANKEE BOOTS G C Yankee boots upon her feet she wore D G To walk the stony streets of Boston, G C And Yankee music black man's beat was all D G It took that night to get her dancing, G Em And as we stood and wached the rain, she said: C Am "Tonight El Salvador is weeping," C And when she wrote from there today it read: D Em "There's always Yankee boots out marching." CHORUS: C D Em But that's all far away, All those miles away, C D Em And all your friends will say: "Mind your own back yard."
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