Children of Children Lyrics

Intro & Verse chords
Pictures of the farm before us
Old men in a gospel chorus
Sepia and saddle horses Easy on the reins
'81 a motor and your
Mama's 17 again
She's squinting at the dusty wind the anger of the plains
You and I were almost nothing
Pray to God that God was bluffing
17 ain't old enough to reason with the pain
How could we expect the two to
stay in love when neither knew the
meaning of the difference between sacred and profane
Chorus Chords
I was riding on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born
Didn't mean to break the cycle
At 17 I went by Michael
No one ever called me by my own name anyway
Five full generations living
All these expectations giving way to one
Late to have a baby on the way
You were riding on your mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years you took from her
Just by being born