Mark Freuder Knopfler, OBE (born 12 August 1949) is a British singer-songwriter, guitarist, record producer and film score composer. He was the lead guitarist, lead singer, and songwriter for the rock band Dire Straits, which he co-founded with his younger brother, David Knopfler, in 1977. He was born in Glasgow but raised near Newcastle upon Tyne, England.
Since Dire Straits disbanded in 1995, Knopfler has recorded and produced nine solo albums and, as with his previous band, produced many hit songs.
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Done With Bonaparte - Mark Knopfler ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: [email protected]
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F#m We've paid in hell since Moscow burned A As Cossacks tear us piece by piece E Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues D Though death would be a sweet release F#m And our grande armee is dressed in rags A A frozen starving beggar band E Like rats we steal each other's scraps DEA Fall to fighting hand to hand
D Save my soul from evil, Lord AF#m And heal this soldier's heart ABm I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord DADBmE I'm done with Bonaparte
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What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon Our little Corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash yet gives me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the aquitaine
Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte
I pray for her who prays for me A safe return to my belle France We prayed these wars would end all wars In war we know is no romance And I pray our child will never see A little Corporal again Point toward a foreign shore Captivate the hearts of men
Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte