Written by Jeremy Spillman and Dave Turnbull
Capo 3rd Fret (To Match Recording)
Intro: (G) (C/G) (G) (C/G)
I (G) never thought that (C/G) this is where I'd (G) settle down. (C/G)
I (G) thought I'd die an (C/G) old man back in (G) my hometown.
They gave (G/F#) me this (Em) plot of land,
Me and some (C) other men, (D) for a job (G) well done. (C/G)
There's a (G) big White House sits (C/G) on a hill just (G) up the road. (C/G)
The (G) man inside, he (C/G) cried the day they (G) brought me home.
They (G/F#) folded (Em) up a flag and told my (C) Mom and Dad: (D)
"We're proud of (G) your son."
And I'm (C) proud to be on this (D) peaceful piece of (G) property.
I'm on (C) sacred ground and I'm (D) in the best of (G) company.
I'm (Em) thankful for those (D) thankful for the (C) things I've done.
I can (D) rest in peace;
I'm one of the (C) chosen ones: (D)
I made it to (G) Arlington. (C/G) (G) (C/G)
I re(G)member Daddy (C/G) brought me here when (G) I was eight. (C/G)
We (G) searched all day to (C/G) find out where my (G) granddad lay.
And when (G/F#) we finally (Em) found that cross,
He said: "Son, this is (C) what it costs (D) to keep us (G) free." (C/G)
Now (G) here I am, a (G/C) thousand stones a(G)way from him. (C/G)
He (G) recognized me (G/C) on the first day (G) I came in.
And it (G/F#) gave (Em) me a chill when he (C) clicked his heels, (D)
And saluted (G) me.
And (Em) everytime I (D) hear (G) twenty (G/F#) one (Em) guns,
(C) I know they brought another (G/B) hero (C) home to (D) us.
We're (Em) thankful for those (D/F#) thankful for the (C) things we've done.
We can (D) rest in peace;
We are the (C) chosen ones: (D)
We made it to (G) Arlington. (C/G) (G) (C/G)
Yeah, (Em) dust to dust,
Don't (D) cry for us:
(NC) We made it to Arlington.