The Mavericks - Children

By axehappy - axehappy at countrytabs.com

Play with capo on 1st fret.
Chord shapes are relative to position of capo.


Bb     =   x02220                     Eb     =   xx0232

F7     =   022100

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Bb  Eb  Bb  F7  Bb  Eb  Bb  F7  (x2)
INTRO

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A child who was raised by an unworthy hand,
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Has less of a chance of being a man.
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Well try to remember and then understand,
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Why a mother would cry while her husband lay dead.
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Shot down by the gun of a runaway train,
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'Cause life in the fast lane, it all ends the same.
         Bb              Eb               Bb       F7
Well the same children's lives, they will always regret,
        Eb           F7       Bb  Eb  Bb  F7  Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
Are the children who never forget.


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A man ends up tired and walking alone,
     Bb            Eb            Bb      F7
On a street corner singing for a penny a song.
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What he cannot remember, was never his own,
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Thats the answer he gave when he speaks of his home.
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Well the streets of my life I don't know anymore,
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Where the children are junkies and the ladies are w***es.
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Well the same children's lives, they will always regret,
        Eb           F7       Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
Are the children who never forget.


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Goodnight, goodnight sweet child.
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Why don't you dream with the angels, to forget for a while?
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To forget of the life, thats been handed to you,
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Where everything's real, yet nothing is true.
        Bb           Eb              Bb           F7
Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read,
        Eb           F7       Bb  Eb  Bb  F7  Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
For the children who never forget.


Bb  Eb  Bb  F7  Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
INSTRUMENTAL


      Bb             Eb           Bb          F7
For a time they were counting you out of this race,
          Bb        Eb                Bb          F7
You stood up like a champion that had fallen with grace.
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Never showing the anguish that covered your face,
         Bb           Eb              Bb        F7
You were raped and forgotten, left to die in disgrace.
     Bb          Eb       Bb      F7
Shot down by the gun of a runaway train,
       Bb          Eb            Bb           F7
'Cause life in the fast lane, it all ends the same.
         Bb              Eb               Bb       F7
Well the same children's lives, they will always regret,
        Eb           F7       Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
Are the children who never forget.



Bb  Eb         Bb          F7
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child.
              Bb             Eb            Bb        F7
Why don't you dream with the angels, to forget for a while?
      Bb         Eb               Bb        F7
To forget of the life, thats been handed to you,
      Bb           Eb        Bb         F7
Where everything's real, yet nothing is true.
        Bb           Eb              Bb           F7
Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read,
        Eb           F7       Bb  Eb  Bb  F7
For the children who never forget.


Bb  Eb         Bb          F7
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child.
              Bb             Eb            Bb        F7
Why don't you dream with the angels, to forget for a while?
      Bb         Eb               Bb        F7
To forget of the life, thats been handed to you,
      Bb           Eb        Bb         F7
Where everything's real, yet nothing is true.

*(repeat to fade)*