Chords for Mothers Daughters Wives (performed by Bri-anne Swan)
Tempo:
119.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Am
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands [A] marched away to [B] drums and guns,
But you [E]
never thought to question, [A] you just went on with your [E] lives,
[A]
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, [B] wives.
You [E] can only just remember the tears your [B] mothers shed,
As [E] they rifled through the papers [A] and the lists and lists [B] of dead,
And [E] the gold frames held the photographs [B] your mothers kissed each [E] night,
[A] And the door kept out the dark and silent strangers from the [B] fight.
[E] The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your lives,
[Am] Cause all they taught you who to be was [A] mothers, daughters, [B]
wives.
And it was [E] twenty-one years later, children of your [B] own,
When [E] the trumpet sounded once again, [A] your soldier boys were [B] gone,
So [E] you drove the trucks and made the [A] guns, and tended [E] to their wounds,
[A] And at night you kissed their photographs and prayed for safe [B] returns.
The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your [A] lives,
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, wives.
[E] Your girls grew into women, your little [B] boys to men,
And [E] you prayed that you were dreaming when [A] the call-up came [B] again,
But you [E] proudly smiled and held your tears [A] as they bravely [E] waved goodbye.
But [A] the photos on the mantelpieces always made you [B] cry,
And
[E] now you're growing older, in time the photos [B] fade,
And [E] in widowhood you sit and now [A] reflect on the [B] parade,
To [E] reflect on contributions [A] that changed your daughters' [E] lives.
Seeing [A] more to your existence than just mothers, [E] daughters, [B]
wives.
[E] The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But [E] you never thought to question, you [A] just went on with your [E]
lives.
[A] Seeing more to your existence [Ab] than [A] just mothers, daughters, [B] [B] wives.
And we are learning.
[E] [N]
[E] And in between your husbands [A] marched away to [B] drums and guns,
But you [E]
never thought to question, [A] you just went on with your [E] lives,
[A]
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, [B] wives.
You [E] can only just remember the tears your [B] mothers shed,
As [E] they rifled through the papers [A] and the lists and lists [B] of dead,
And [E] the gold frames held the photographs [B] your mothers kissed each [E] night,
[A] And the door kept out the dark and silent strangers from the [B] fight.
[E] The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your lives,
[Am] Cause all they taught you who to be was [A] mothers, daughters, [B]
wives.
And it was [E] twenty-one years later, children of your [B] own,
When [E] the trumpet sounded once again, [A] your soldier boys were [B] gone,
So [E] you drove the trucks and made the [A] guns, and tended [E] to their wounds,
[A] And at night you kissed their photographs and prayed for safe [B] returns.
The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your [A] lives,
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, wives.
[E] Your girls grew into women, your little [B] boys to men,
And [E] you prayed that you were dreaming when [A] the call-up came [B] again,
But you [E] proudly smiled and held your tears [A] as they bravely [E] waved goodbye.
But [A] the photos on the mantelpieces always made you [B] cry,
And
[E] now you're growing older, in time the photos [B] fade,
And [E] in widowhood you sit and now [A] reflect on the [B] parade,
To [E] reflect on contributions [A] that changed your daughters' [E] lives.
Seeing [A] more to your existence than just mothers, [E] daughters, [B]
wives.
[E] The first time it was fathers, and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But [E] you never thought to question, you [A] just went on with your [E]
lives.
[A] Seeing more to your existence [Ab] than [A] just mothers, daughters, [B] [B] wives.
And we are learning.
[E] [N]
Key:
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands [A] marched away to [B] drums and guns,
But you [E]
never thought to question, [A] you just went on with your [E] _ lives,
[A]
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, [B] wives. _ _
_ _ You [E] can only just remember _ the tears your [B] mothers shed,
As [E] they rifled through the papers [A] and the lists and lists [B] of dead,
And [E] the gold frames held the photographs [B] your mothers kissed each [E] night,
_ [A] And the door kept out the dark and silent strangers from the [B] fight. _ _ _ _
_ [E] The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your _ lives,
[Am] Cause all they taught you who to be was [A] mothers, daughters, [B] _
wives.
_ _ _ And it was [E] twenty-one years later, _ _ children of your [B] own,
When [E] the trumpet _ sounded once again, [A] your soldier boys were [B] gone,
So [E] you drove the trucks and made the [A] guns, and tended [E] to their wounds,
[A] And at night you kissed their photographs and prayed for safe [B] returns. _ _ _
_ _ _ The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your _ _ [A] lives,
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, _ wives. _ _ _ _
_ [E] Your girls grew into women, _ _ _ your little [B] boys to men,
And [E] you prayed that you were dreaming when [A] the call-up came [B] again,
But you [E] proudly smiled and held your tears [A] as they bravely [E] waved goodbye.
_ _ _ _ But [A] the photos on the _ mantelpieces always _ made you [B] cry,
And _
_ _ _ _ [E] now you're growing older, _ _ _ in time the photos [B] fade,
And [E] in _ widowhood you sit and now [A] reflect on the [B] parade,
To [E] reflect on _ contributions _ [A] that changed your daughters' _ [E] _ _ lives. _
Seeing [A] more to your existence than just mothers, [E] daughters, _ [B] _ _
_ wives.
_ _ _ [E] The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But [E] you never thought to question, you [A] just went on with your [E] _ _ _
lives.
_ [A] Seeing more to your existence [Ab] than [A] just mothers, daughters, _ [B] _ _ [B] wives. _
And we are learning.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands [A] marched away to [B] drums and guns,
But you [E]
never thought to question, [A] you just went on with your [E] _ lives,
[A]
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, [B] wives. _ _
_ _ You [E] can only just remember _ the tears your [B] mothers shed,
As [E] they rifled through the papers [A] and the lists and lists [B] of dead,
And [E] the gold frames held the photographs [B] your mothers kissed each [E] night,
_ [A] And the door kept out the dark and silent strangers from the [B] fight. _ _ _ _
_ [E] The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your _ lives,
[Am] Cause all they taught you who to be was [A] mothers, daughters, [B] _
wives.
_ _ _ And it was [E] twenty-one years later, _ _ children of your [B] own,
When [E] the trumpet _ sounded once again, [A] your soldier boys were [B] gone,
So [E] you drove the trucks and made the [A] guns, and tended [E] to their wounds,
[A] And at night you kissed their photographs and prayed for safe [B] returns. _ _ _
_ _ _ The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
_ [E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But you [E] never thought to question, you [A] just went on with [E] your _ _ [A] lives,
Cause all they taught you who to be was mothers, daughters, _ wives. _ _ _ _
_ [E] Your girls grew into women, _ _ _ your little [B] boys to men,
And [E] you prayed that you were dreaming when [A] the call-up came [B] again,
But you [E] proudly smiled and held your tears [A] as they bravely [E] waved goodbye.
_ _ _ _ But [A] the photos on the _ mantelpieces always _ made you [B] cry,
And _
_ _ _ _ [E] now you're growing older, _ _ _ in time the photos [B] fade,
And [E] in _ widowhood you sit and now [A] reflect on the [B] parade,
To [E] reflect on _ contributions _ [A] that changed your daughters' _ [E] _ _ lives. _
Seeing [A] more to your existence than just mothers, [E] daughters, _ [B] _ _
_ wives.
_ _ _ [E] The first time it was fathers, _ and last time it [B] was sons,
[E] And in between your husbands marched [A] away to drums [B] and guns,
But [E] you never thought to question, you [A] just went on with your [E] _ _ _
lives.
_ [A] Seeing more to your existence [Ab] than [A] just mothers, daughters, _ [B] _ _ [B] wives. _
And we are learning.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _