How Wrong Can One Man Be Lyrics

From the classic 1968 album 'Odessey & oracle'
A butcher, yes that was my trade, but the King's shilling is now my fee,
A butcher I may as well have stayed, for the slaughter that I see,
And the preacher, in his pulpit, sermoned,"Go & fight! Do what is right!"
But he don't have to hear these guns, & I'll bet he sleeps at night!
And I--------, and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking,
My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking,
Am G(type2) G4 G(type2)
I want to go home,
Please, let me go home------------------, go home!
And I have seen a friend of mine hang on the wire, like some rag toy,
Then, in the heat, the flies come down, and cover up the boy,
And the flies come down in Gommecourt,
Thiepval, Mametz Wood and French Ver-dun,
If the preacher he could see those flies,
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns!
And I--------, and I can't stop shaking, my hands won't stop shaking,
My arms won't stop shaking, my mind won't stop shaking,
Am G(type2) G4 G(type2)
I want to go home,
Please, let me go home------------------, go home!
Cm7/Eb = xx1313 (barre 1st fret)
Cm6/Eb = xx1213 (barre 1st fret)