War Baby
by
Tom Robinson
(The chord I have marked A* doesn't sound quite right. Can anyone figure out the correct
The Gmaj7 - G6 is quick change back and forth.)
(A – 555555 Bb – 666666 B – 777777 A* - 055777
Gmaj7 - 320002 G6 – 320000 Em – 0220000)
A Bb B A* Gmaj7 G6
G6 Em
[ Tab from: https://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/t/tom_robinson/war_baby_crd.html ]
[A Bb B]Only the very young and the very beautiful can be so aloof
[A*]Hanging out with the boys, all swagger and poise
[Gmaj7]I don't even care [G6]what other people are [Gmaj7]there[G6]
I just [Em]stare and stare and stare[A Bb B]
I see your shadow in the swimming pool
I see your [A*]face in the shaving mirror
Time and time and time again
[Gmaj7]I follow your foot[G6]steps so [Gmaj7]quietly up the back[G6]stairs
[Em]And I hope and I pray you're never going to find me [A]there [Bb B]
Smooth skin and tenderness long ago on a dark night
Wish I could [A*]see you once again just to remember it was true
I [Gmaj7]want to be still beside [G6]you - [Gmaj7]quiet and still beside [G6]you
[Em]Listening to your breathing and feeling your warmth again [A Bb B]
War baby [A*]- you were a
War baby [Gmaj7]- this [G6]means
War baby - I'm [Em]scared, so scared
Of whatever it is you keep [A]putting me [Bb]through [B]
I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
I don't want to batter you to your feet and knees and elbows
When I'm kneeling like a candle at the foot of my own bed
Corresponding disasters every night on the TV
Sickening reality keeps gripping me in its guts
All my friends talk and joke and laugh about Armageddon
But like a nightmare it's still waiting there at the end of every day
War baby... etc.
I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting
All this stabbing and wounding - only getting my own back
But later that same evening we were out in the car talking
When I suddenly wondered who the hell it was we were trying to fool
Cos you were the first one that I ever wanted
And it's you I come home to at the end of every day
Like a mother-sucking baby, demanding and so helpless
A little old balding man, all wrinkles and bulging eyes
War baby... etc.
