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Intro With A
Bm G
A daughter born the day they walked the Moon
D A
Somewhere on the Edge of the Age of Aquarius
Bm G D A
In the year her mother - would have otherwise - forgotten
Bm G
July Was very hot in North Carolina
D A
So she left For Buffalo on a bus in the rain
Bm G
With the steam off the asphalt still wet in her hair
D A Bm G D A
And the pain of her soldier gone ... just sailed away
Bm G
Before he'as a soldier, He was just his Mother's boy
D A
And that's exaclty How She planned to keep him
Bm G D A
His Father died so long ago and he was all - she had
Bm G
Still she shared His Love With a very young wife
D A Bm G D A
And before the War ... things weren't so bad
CHORUS:
Bm G
But every Generation makes the same mistakes
D A
Still we send our sons away to do the same
Bm G
The mothers cry and the daughters die inside
D A Bm G D-A Bm G D-A
And the sons like the fathers - march
Bm G
Whose hair was longer? I think his, she might say
D A
But in the Army they cut it all away
Bm G D A
Too Much Room For Wild Thoughts to grow
Bm G
And in the spring of his child's first year
D A
The father, hey the son, the husband
Bm G
Under beautiful sky, youth like fire in His eyes
D A
He gave His Life For Nothin'
Bm G D A
No, nothin' at all, they say
Bm G
So Many Years and the pain it still remains
D A
And now her daughter's man will sail away
Bm G
Politics and promises forever the Same
D A Bm G D A
We take away and sacrifice ... What we cannot replace
FINAL CHORUS:
Bm G
But every Generation makes the same mistakes
D A
Still we send our sons away to do the same
Bm G
The mothers cry and the daughters die inside
D A Bm A
And the sons like the fathers - now the sons and the daugters -
Bm G D-A Bm G D-A
March
Bm G D A
Buffalo in the winter, bitter as it is, is home
Bm G D A - Bm G D A D/F
For three generations of widowed brides