Teach Your Children

{title:Teach Your Children}

{st:Graham Nash}

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 <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992