‘Children
of the New Frontier’ is on “Punch the Big Guy”, The Ship on Cypress, 1987, CD – Line
Records, 1990.
What a song
– from Dallas 1963 to the plight of the farmers to the Vietnam vets, as I hear
it.
Playing hint:
The intro has some signature notes – d-d-d
b-b, c-b-b a-a.
You´ve seen
these a couple of times, folks – for you, Sheri:
G5
E--xx---------
B------3------
G-------------
D-------------
A----2--------
E-------3-----
C(ma)j7
E-------------
B-------------
G-------------
D----2--------
A-------3-----
E-------------
Children of
the New Frontier John Stewart
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)
(D)“Where
do we (G)go from here?"(Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
It was (G)once
so loud and (Em)clear,
It was
(C)lightning in the (D)field.
"And
where do we (G)go from here?"(Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
And
(G)burned into the (Em)time,
We are the
(C)children,
The
(D)(hold)children of the new fron(G)tier.
(G)(G) (Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C) (Cj7) (D)(hold)
In the
Texas (Em)sun,
It was
(G)196(D)3
That he
held the (C)hallowed gun.
And the
(D)Texas (Em)wind,
Now there's
(G)bullets in the (D)curb stone
Where the
(C)dream had been,
There the
(Am)dream would (G)end,
It is
(F)clear. (D)
´N´ you
hear the (Em)train,
And it's
(G)rolling past the (D)farmyards
Now with
(C)corporate names.
And you
(D)hear the (Em)train,
And it's
(G)echoing the (D)voices
That were
(C)not the same.
Have we
(Am)lost the (G)game?
That is the
(F)fear. (D)
“Where do
we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
It was
(G)once so loud and (Em)clear,
It was
(C)lightning in the (D)field.
"And
where do we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
And
(G)burned into the (Em)time,
We are the
(C)children,
We´re the
(D)(hold)children of the new fron(G)tier.
(G)(G) (Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C)(Cj7)(Cj7) (D)(D)
(G)(G)(G)
(Em)(Em) (C) (Cj7) (D)(hold)
And you
hear the (Em)song
That they
(G)called 'Sierra (D)Tango'
When it
(C)played Haiphong.
And you
(D)hear the (Em)song,
And the
(G)nightmares of the (D)boys
Who went
and (C)stayed too long,
And their
(Am)dreams go (G)on,
And they
are (F)here. (D)
“And where
do we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
It was
(G)once so loud and (Em)clear,
It was
(C)lightning in the (D)field.
"And
where do we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
And
(G)burned into the (Em)time,
We are the
(C)children,
We´re the
(D)(hold)children of the new fron(G)tier.
(C)
(C5)(C) (G) (C) (C5)(C) (G) (C) (C5)(C) (G) (C)(Cj7) (D)(D)
“Where do
we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
It was
(G)once so loud and (Em)clear,
It was
(C)lightning in the (D)field.
"And
where do we (G)go from here?" (Em)
Cry the
(C)voices of the (D)children,
And
(G)burned into the (Em)time,
We are the
(C)children,
We´re the
(D)(hold)children of the new fron(G)tier. (Em)
And
(C)where do we go from (D)here?
You
(G)know, (Em) ah, it was (C)once so loud and (D)clear,
But so it
(G)goes, (Em) (C)
(D)Oooh,
and you cry, the (G)children, (Em) (C)
(D)Oooh,
and cry, the (G)children, (Em) (C)
(D)Children
of the new fron(G)tier. (Em) (C)(Cj7)(D)(D)(G)
© John
Stewart, All Rights Reserved
janhauenstein@gmx.de, Art Faller & Charlie Woodward
June 2004