Children [C]The Mavericks

Intro x2
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Verse 1
A C child who was F raised by C an unworGthy hand,
Has C less of a F chance of C being a G man.
Well C try to F remember C and then G understand,
Why a C mother would F cry while her C husband lay G dead.
Shot C down by the F gun of a C runaway G train,
'Cause C life in the F fast lane, it C all ends the G same.
Well the C same children's F lives, they will C always G regret,
Are the F children who G never forCget. F C G C F C G

Verse 2
A C man ends up F tired and C walking G alone,
On a C street corner F singing for a C penny a G song.
What he C cannot F remember, was C never his G own,
Thats the C answer he F gave when he C speaks of his G home.
Well the C streets of my F life I don't C know anyGmore,
Where the C children are F junkies and the C ladies are G whores.
Well the C same children's F lives, they will C always G regret,
Are the F children who G never forCget. F C G

Instrumental
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Verse 3
For a C time they were F counting you C out of this G race,
You stood C up like a F champion that had C fallen with G grace.
Never C showing the F anguish that C covered your G face,
You were C raped and forFgotten, left to C die in disGgrace.
Shot C down by the F gun of a C runaway G train,
'Cause C life in the F fast lane, it C all ends the G same.
Well the C same children's F lives, they will C always reGgret,
Are the F children who G never forCget. F C G