Children of the eighties
C
Em
We're the children of the eighties, haven't we grown ?
Am
D7
We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than a stone,
C G
Am
and the age of our innocence is
somewhere in the garden.
Am F
1. We like the music of the sixties,
Am F
it's
the Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Doors,
Am F
flower
children, Woodstock, anti-war.
Am F
But it's getting harder to
deceive us,
Am
Bb
and
we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus,
F-
Jimi Hendrix is playing on.
F C
We know Janis Joplin was the
rose,
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but all
the stuff she put in her arm, we're not alarmed.
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Am F
2. Some of us are the sisters and the brothers,
Am F
who
take a leather jacket and a single golden earring,
Am F
hang
out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing,
Am Bb
take
uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows,
F
our
brains are turning to jello.
F C
We are looking forward to the
days,
F C
when
we live inside of a purple haze,
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and
the salvation of the soul is rock 'n' roll
C Em
We are the children of the eighties, haven't we grown
?
Am
D7
We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than a stone,
C G
Am
and the age of our innocence is
somewhere in the garden.
Am F
3. Recently have you looked in our eyes,
Am F
maybe
we're your conscience in disguise.
Am Bb
We're well informed and we are
wise,
F
please
stop telling us lies.
F C
We know Afghanistan's invaded,
F C
and
we know El Salvador's dictated.
F C
but
our lives are just begun,
F C
we
are the warriors of the sun,
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we're
the golden boys and the golden girls for a better world.
C Em
We are the children of the eighties, haven't we grown
?
Am
D7
We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than a stone,
C G
Am
and the age of our innocence is
somewhere, somewhere in the garden.
(Joan Baez)