#078
{title:Teach Your Children}
{st:Graham Nash}
[A]You, who are on the [D]road,
Must have a [A]code
That you can [E]live by.
And [A]so become your[D]self,
Because the [A]past
Is just a [E]goodbye.
[A]Don't you ever ask them [D]why,
If they told you, you will [A]cry.
So just look at them and [F#m]sigh, [D]
[E]And know they [A]love you.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell
Is slowly goin' by.
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they picked,
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you will cry.
So just look at them and sigh,
And know they love you.
And can, of the tender years,
Can't know the fears
That your eldest grew by.
And so please help them with your dreams,
They seek the trick
Before they can die.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you will cry.
So just look at them and sigh,
And know they love you.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell
Will slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they picked
The one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you will cry.
So just look at them and sigh,
And know they love you.
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992
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