Children of the New Brigade

av boenern 27/01-2009
[Am]I reme[F]mber when we [G]were so [C]small
[Am]when we [F]learned how to [G]make our [C]call.
[Am]And our [F]mother in [G]so much [C]pain;
[Am]it's a [F]miracle that [G]she's still [C]sane.


Ref.
[F]I can see it for mys[C]elf how we did it,
[G]there's no need to [C]dig in it now.
[F]We don't need to [C]get it together,
[F]keep that [G]goes the [C]way!
[F]Keep that [G]goes the [C]way!


[Am]We were the [F]children of the [G]new bri[C]gade;
[Am]quite [F]tough and [G]slightly in[C]sane.
[Am]One with [F]glasses the [G]other one was [C]bold,
[Am]at [F]least that was [G]what we were [C]told.


[Am]Don't need to [F]mingle with the [G]cool ones at [C]all,
[Am]we just [F]know how to [G]make our [C]call.
[Am]And if we were [G]left a[C]lone,
[Am]we let it [F]pass and [G]follow way back [C]home.


Ref.
[F]Worn out clothes in [C]all kinds of weather,
[G]did not care if the [C]other kids laughed.
[F]We don't need to [C]get it together,
[F]keep that [G]goes the [C]way!
[F]Keep that [G]goes the [C]way!

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