F Bb Dm C FF C F There's a silence growing before the comin' stormC F We're all around us alive or tattered and tornBb Stripped of spirit and stripped of prideDm C F Led to believe in the golden lightC F A broken home is like a smokin' gunC F When the battles over the unfortunate onesBb Pick up the pieces with no guaranteesDm C F That they won't be love's refugeesBb F Blame it on the father, blame it on the motherC F They just don't know how to talk to each otherF Bb Like a river rollin' to the open seaF C Dm Bb Will all the children ever come to believeF C F Or are the children love's refugees SOLOC F On the ship of fools there's a golden ringC F In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is kingBb Like Jezebel and old AhabDm C F The more you want the less you haveBb F Blame it on the father, blame it on the motherC F They just don't know how to talk to each otherBb Like a river rollin' to the open seaF C Dm Bb Will all the children ever come to believeF C F Or are the children love's refugeesF Bb Like a river rollin' to the open seaF C Dm Bb Will all the children ever be set freeF C F Or are the children love's refugees
Love's Refugees
Chris Hillman
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Tom:
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