Its A Hard Life

*  Actually in C; capo 5.
*  The whole song has pretty much the same chords, illustrated by the
following pattern (the strumming is just an example, taken from the intro).
The only exception is the beginning of the chorus.
  D           C(9)         G
E 0h2-2-2-2-2-3---3-3-3-3-|3---3-3-3---3-----3-3-3-|
B 3---3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3-|3---3-3-3---3-----3-3-3-|
G 2---2-2-2-2-0---0-0-0-0-|0---0-0-0---0-----0-0-0-|
D 0---0-0-0-0-0h2-2-2-2-2-|0---0-0-0---0-----0-0-0-|

  d   d u d u d   d u d u  d   d u d   d     u d u    <--strumming
D  C(9)  G  G    D  C(9)  G  G

intro

        D         C(9)        G     G
I am a backseat driver from America
   D             C(9)         G    G
We drive to the left on Falls Road
        D            C(9)            G    G
And the man at the wheel's name is Seamus
          D             C(9)        G    G
We pass a child on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, now what chance has that kid got
And I say from the back, I don't know
He says there's barbed wire at all of these exits
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go
              C(9)              G                 C(9)      G
'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life
       D             C(9)      G    G
It's a hard life wherever you go
          D             C(9)        G     G
And if we poison our children with hatred
         D             C(9)               G    G
Then the hard life is all that they'll know
                 D            C(9)            G        G
And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid to go
Cafeteria line in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is calling black people trash to his children
And he's the only trash here I see
And I am thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But they'll slip to their windows and they'll see him
And they'll think that white hood's all they need
'Cause it's a hard life, it's a hard life, it's a very hard life
It's a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they'll know
And there ain't no place in Chicago for those kids to go
I was a child in the Sixties
When dreams could be held through T.V.
With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther
And I believed, I believed, I believed