Crosby, Stills & Nash – Yours And Mine (Guitar)

D7sus
I can see a boy of fourteen

           F(add9)
He's got a rifle in his hand

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He's dying to defend his desert land

            D7sus
He's got an arm around his father

        F(add9)
Another arm around his gun

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Must the child in the father die so young?

          G9sus
There's a teenage girl in Belfast

F(add9)
Playing in the street

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Her brother plays a different game and he's turning    up the heat

       D7sus
On the soldiers around the corner

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And the powers overseas

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And who are they to ruin lives like these?

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'Cos they're yours      and they're mine

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They're yours and mine

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'Cos they're yours      and they're mine

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Yours and mine

        D7sus
So you think that it's so easy

        F(add9)
Just to let I pass you by

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You watch T.V.   and pretend it's all a lie

        D7sus
But you know there is no Third World

    F(add9)
It happens to us all

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There's just one world and the kids are the first to fall

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And they're yours      and they're mine

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They're yours and mine

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And they're yours      and they're mine

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Yours and mine

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And she raised him for something

 F/A
Better than a bullet

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He's a every mother's son

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   And she raised him for something

 F/C
Better than a bullet

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He's a every mother's son

             Bb(add9)
And she raised him for something

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Better than a bullet

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He's a every mother's son

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His life's hanging from a trigger

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I won't to pull it

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'Cos they're yours      and they're mine

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They're yours and mine

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'Cos they're yours      and they're mine

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Yours and mine

        C         Dm7   C
They're yours and mine

Bb               F  Bb                F  Bb
'Cos they're yours      and they're mine

               C   Dm7   C
They're yours and mine

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Yours and mine