(4:21)

Written by Craig Doerge, David Crosby and Graham
Nash

(c) 1990 Fair Star Music (ASCAP)

Stay Straight Music (BMI) and Nashnotes (ASCAP)

I see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his
hand.

He's dying to defend his desert land.

He's got an arm around his father, another arm
around his gun.

Must the child in the father die so young?

There's a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the
street.

Her brother plays a different game and he's
turning up the heat

On the soldiers around the corner and the powers
overseas.

And who are they to ruin lives like these?

`Cos they're yours and they're mine, they're
yours and mine.

`Cos they're yours and they're mine, yours and
mine.

So you think that it's so easy just to let I pass
you by

You watch T.V. and pretend it's all a lie.

But you know there is no Third World, it happens
to us all.

There's just one world and the kids are the first
to fall.

And they're yours and they're mine, they're yours
and mine.

And they're yours an they're mine, yours and
mine.

He's every mother's son and she raised him for
something

Better than a bullet.

He's every mother's son and she raised him for
something

Better than a bullet.

He's every mother's son and she raised him

for something

Better than a bullet.

He's every mother's son, his life's hanging from
a trigger

and I won't pull it.

`Cos they're yours and they're mine, they're
yours and mine.

`Cos they're yours and they're mine, yours and
mine.

Recorded at The Record Plant, Studio I (February
2nd `90)

Lead Vocals: David Crosby

Drums and Synth Guitars: Joe Vitale

Bass: Bob Glaub

Keyboards: Craig Doerge, Joe Vitale

Percussion Program: Tony Beard

Soprano Sax: Brandford Marsalis