Russell Moore - A Picture Of Three Children Zolla Boys

      [Legend]
h - hammer on/pull off

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
D                                     Em
When that three day battle ended, one man in blue was found
        A                                G                    D
With no name to tell his story, as they laid him in the ground
D                                       Em
Just one more unknown soldier, but held tightly to his chest
        A                                G        A          D
Was a picture of three children, dressed in their Sunday best.
 
[Verse 2]
D                                            Em
They pried it from his fingers, clutched tightly in his grasp
        A                             G                  D
Knowing it was the last thing, he'd seen before he passed
D                                  Em
The story of that picture, traveled farther north each day
        A                       G                    A  
Where all the local papers, described on their front page.

[Chorus]
G                  A                  D     D/Db        Bm
A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs
G                  A               D                D7
Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair
G                  A                D     D/Db        Bm 
Three angels to one soldier, whose name remains unknown
G                  A                    G            A        D
A picture of three children, whose father won't be coming home.


[Solo]
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[Verse 3]
D                                     Em
In New York a wife and mother, was waiting for some word
        A                                G         D
From the father of her children, last seen in Gettysburg
D                                        Em
When she read about that picture, found on a Union man
     A                          G                    A  
And knew her husband Amos, had held tightly in his hand.

[Chorus]
G                  A                  D     D/Db        Bm
A picture of three children, in three little wooden chairs
G                  A               D                D7
Two brothers and one sister, sweet faces and dark hair
G                  A                D     D/Db        Bm 
Three angels to one soldier, whose name was finally known
G                  A                    G            A      D
A picture of three children, whose father won't be coming home
G                         A               G        A         D
It was a picture of three children, Amos won't be coming home.