#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Adam Schneider) IT'S A HARD LIFE WHEREVER YOU GO (Nanci Griffith) ------------------------------------------------- * Actually in C; capo 5. * The whole song has pretty much the same chords, illustrated by the following pattern (the strumming is just an example, taken from the intro). The only exception is the beginning of the chorus. D C(9) G E 0h2-2-2-2-2-3---3-3-3-3-|3---3-3-3---3-----3-3-3-| B 3---3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3-|3---3-3-3---3-----3-3-3-| G 2---2-2-2-2-0---0-0-0-0-|0---0-0-0---0-----0-0-0-| D 0---0-0-0-0-0h2-2-2-2-2-|0---0-0-0---0-----0-0-0-| A ------------0h3-3-3-3-3-|0h2-2-2-2---2-----2-2-2-| E ------------------------|0h3-3-3-3---3-----3-3-3-| d d u d u d d u d u d d u d d u d u D C(9) G G D C(9) G G [intro] D C(9) G G I am a backseat driver from America D C(9) G G We drive to the left on Falls Road D C(9) G G And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus D C(9) G G We pass a child on the corner he knows And Seamus says, now what chance has that kid got And I say from the back, I don't know He says there's barbed wire at all of these exits And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go C(9) G C(9) G 'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life D C(9) G G It's a hard life wherever you go D C(9) G G And if we poison our children with hatred D C(9) G G Then the hard life is all that they'll know D C(9) G G And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go Cafeteria line in Chicago The fat man in front of me Is calling black people trash to his children And he's the only trash here I see And I am thinking this man wears a white hood In the night when his children should sleep But they'll slip to their windows and they'll see him And they'll think that white hood's all they need 'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life It's a hard life wherever you go And if we poison our children with hatred Then the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in Chicago for those kids to go I was a child in the Sixties When dreams could be held through T.V. With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I believed, I believed, I believed Now I am the backseat driver from America And I am not at the wheel of control And I am guilty, I am war, and I am the root of all evil Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road 'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life It's a hard life wherever you go And if we poison our children with hatred Then the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in this world for those kids to go 'Cause it's a hard life wherever you go NOTE for a 2nd guitar: Judy Neuwirth ([email protected]) tells me that Frank Christian (a friend and backup guitarist of Nanci Griffith's) was her guitar teacher at one point, and he said that when he toured with Nanci, he played these chords over Nanci's D C G sequence (NO capo for Frank's chords)... G: x-x-12-12-10-10 F: x-x-10-10-8-8 C: x-x-5-5-5-3 (also xx5533 for C) - Adam Schneider, [email protected]
