Capo 2nd fret
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Intro:Em
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Em
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And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth,
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D Dsus D
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The sand is burning
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C D C D
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And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight,
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Em
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their courses turning
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As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest
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D Dsus D
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the sea is churning.
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C D C D Em
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
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The fishermen sweat, they're pausing at their nets, the day's a-burning
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As the warships sway and thunder in the bay, loud the morning.
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But the boy on the shore is throwing pebbles no more, he runs a-warning
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That the the marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
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The streets are still, there's silence in the hills, the town is sleeping
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And the farmers yawn in the grey silver dawn, the fields they're keeping
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As the first troops land and step into the sand, the flags are weaving.
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
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The unsmiling sun is shining down upon the singing soldiers
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In the cloud dust whirl they whistle at the girls, they're getting bolder
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The old women sigh, think of memories gone by, they shrug their shoulders.
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo.
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Ready for the tricks, their bayonets are fixed, now they are rolling
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And the tanks make tracks past the trembling shacks where fear is unfolding
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All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade
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with babes they're holding
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is callin'
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So they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling
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He clutches at his head and totters on the edge, look how he's falling
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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In the red plaza square, The crowds come to stare, the heat is leaning(?)
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And the eyes of the dead are turning every head to the widows screaming
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The soldiers make a bid, giving candy to the kids, their teeth are gleaming
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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Up and down the coad, the generals drink a toast, the wheel is spinning
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And the cowards and the whores are peeking through the doors
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to see who's winning
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But the traitors will pretend that it's getting near the end,
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when it's beginning
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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The crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning
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And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses turning
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As the seagulls rest on the cold cannon nest, the sea is churning
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The marines have landed on the shores of Santo Domingo
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The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo
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| Phil Ochs |
