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From: rickl1@ix.netcom.com (Rick)
Written by Chris Hillman & Steve Hill   
Performers: Desert Rose Band 
Album: Life Goes On
Curb Records 1993
Bar None Music Inc./Matilija Music (BMI)
   
Chris Hillman   lead vocals/acoustic guitar/mandolin
Herb Pedersen   vocals/acoustic guitar/dobro
Bill Bryson     bass
Tom Brumley     steel guitar
Tim Grogan      drums
Jeff Ross       guitar
Larry Park      lead acoustic guitar

Love's Refugees

F   Bb   Dm   C   F

F                 C                        F
There's a silence growing before the comin' storm
          C                               F
We're all around us alive or tattered and torn
                                   Bb
Stripped of spirit and stripped of pride
       Dm      C              F
Led to believe in the golden light
         C                      F
A broken home is like a smokin' gun
                 C                    F
When the battles over the unfortunate ones
                              Bb
Pick up the pieces with no guarantees
          Dm       C          F
That they won't be love's refugees
                Bb                      F
Blame it on the father, blame it on the mother
                C                   F        
They just don't know how to talk to each other
F                                Bb
Like a river rollin' to the open sea
             F        C            Dm  Bb
Will all the children ever come to believe
            F       C          F
Or are the children love's refugees


SOLO


               C                      F
On the ship of fools there's a golden ring
                   C                         F
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king
                     Bb
Like Jezebel and old Ahab
             Dm   C            F
The more you want the less you have
                Bb                      F
Blame it on the father, blame it on the mother
                C                        F
They just don't know how to talk to each other
                                 Bb
Like a river rollin' to the open sea
             F        C            Dm  Bb
Will all the children ever come to believe
           F        C        F 
Or are the children love's refugees
F                                Bb
Like a river rollin' to the open sea
             F        C           Dm  Bb
Will all the children ever be set free
           F        C         F
Or are the children love's refugees 

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