#----------------------------------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. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# This file is for personal private use only. All copyright laws apply. -transcribed by Greg Steele - gsteele@steelerubber.com - 73522.2331@compuserve.com "Forefathers" - Dan Fogelberg 1990 Intro: alternate D and G/B (x20033 or x20030). You can play around with those two chords between verses as well... D Bm They came from Scandinavia, the land of midnight sun D Bm And crossed the North Atlantic when this century was young G They'd heard that in America every man was free A D To live the way he chose to live and be who he could be Some of them were farmers there And tilled the frozen soil But all they got was poverty From all their earnest toil They say one was a sailor Who sailed the wide world round Made home port - got drunk one night Walked off the pier and drowned (The rest of the verses add two beats in the last lines where the A chord is) My mother was of Scottish blood It's there that she was born They brought her to America in 1924 They left behind the highlands And the heather-covered hills And came to find America With broad, expectant dreams and iron wills My grandad worked the steel mills Of central Illinois His daughter was his jewel His son was just his boy For thirty years he worked the mills And stoked the coke-fed fires And looked toward the day When he'd at last be 65 and could retire F#m And the sons become the fathers Bm And the daughters will be wives G As the torch is passed from hand to hand D A And we struggle through our lives F#m Though the generations wander Bm A The lineage survives G And all of us from dust to dust A D G/B D G/B We all become forefathers by and by The woman and the man were wed Just after the war And they settled in this river town And three fine sons they bore One became a lawyer, and one fine pictures drew And one became this lonely soul who sits here now And sings this song to you