Song Information for Children

Song Title:Children
Artist:Mavericks, The
Hits:7
{t:Children}
 {st:The Mavericks}
 
 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
 
 A [Bb]child who was [Eb]raised by an [Bb]unworthy [F7]hand,
 Has [Bb]less of a [Eb]chance of [Bb]being a [F7]man.
 Well [Bb]try to re[Eb]member and [Bb]then under[F7]stand,
 Why a [Bb]mother would [Eb]cry while her [Bb]husband lay [F7]dead.
 Shot [Bb]down by the [Eb]gun of a [Bb]runaway [F7]train,
 'Cause [Bb]life in the [Eb]fast lane, it [Bb]all ends the [F7]same.
 Well the [Bb]same children's [Eb]lives, they will [Bb]always re[F7]gret,
 Are the [Eb]children who [F7]never for[Bb]get.[Eb][Bb][F7][Bb][Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 A [Bb]man ends up [Eb]tired and [Bb]walking a[F7]lone,
 On a [Bb]street corner [Eb]singing for a [Bb]penny a [F7]song.
 What he [Bb]cannot re[Eb]member, was [Bb]never his [F7]own,
 Thats the [Bb]answer he [Eb]gave when he [Bb]speaks of his [F7]home.
 Well the [Bb]streets of my [Eb]life I don't [Bb]know any[F7]more,
 Where the [Bb]children are [Eb]junkies and the [Bb]ladies are [F7]w***es.
 Well the [Bb]same children's [Eb]lives, they will [Bb]always re[F7]gret,
 Are the [Eb]children who [F7]never for[Bb]get.[Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 [Bb]Good[Eb]night, good[Bb]night sweet [F7]child.
 Why don't you [Bb]dream with the [Eb]angels, to for[Bb]get for a [F7]while?
 To for[Bb]get of the [Eb]life, thats been [Bb]handed to [F7]you,
 Where [Bb]everything's [Eb]real, yet [Bb]nothing is [F7]true.
 Well per[Bb]haps you can [Eb]change what the [Bb]cards always [F7]read,
 For the [Eb]children who [F7]never for[Bb]get.[Eb][Bb][F7][Bb][Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 [Bb]INST[Eb]RUME[Bb]NTAL[F7][Bb][Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 For a [Bb]time they were [Eb]counting you [Bb]out of this [F7]race,
 You stood [Bb]up like a [Eb]champion that had [Bb]fallen with [F7]grace.
 Never [Bb]showing the [Eb]anguish that [Bb]covered your [F7]face,
 You were [Bb]raped and for[Eb]gotten, left to [Bb]die in dis[F7]grace.
 Shot [Bb]down by the [Eb]gun of a [Bb]runaway [F7]train,
 'Cause [Bb]life in the [Eb]fast lane, it [Bb]all ends the [F7]same.
 Well the [Bb]same children's [Eb]lives, they will [Bb]always re[F7]gret,
 Are the [Eb]children who [F7]never for[Bb]get.[Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 
 [Bb]Good[Eb]night, good[Bb]night sweet [F7]child.
 Why don't you [Bb]dream with the [Eb]angels, to for[Bb]get for a [F7]while?
 To for[Bb]get of the [Eb]life, thats been [Bb]handed to [F7]you,
 Where [Bb]everything's [Eb]real, yet [Bb]nothing is [F7]true.
 Well per[Bb]haps you can [Eb]change what the [Bb]cards always [F7]read,
 For the [Eb]children who [F7]never for[Bb]get.[Eb][Bb][F7]
 
 [Bb]Good[Eb]night, good[Bb]night sweet [F7]child.
 Why don't you [Bb]dream with the [Eb]angels, to for[Bb]get for a [F7]while?
 To for[Bb]get of the [Eb]life, thats been [Bb]handed to [F7]you,
 Where [Bb]everything's [Eb]real, yet [Bb]nothing is [F7]true.
 
 *(repeat to fade)*