Tabbed by: Kengus

Standard tuning

VERSE1
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   I woke up this morning, hunger was gnawing my soul 
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   But the preacher man's sermon, won't put no food in my bowl 
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   Abidjan to Monrovia, looking for food and a home 
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Instead I found factions and armies, in the middle of a combat zone 

CHORUS
     ...Cm  Dm         Gm   D# Dm      Gm
I want love,   I need love, I---I want love 
       Cm   Dm         Gm   D#            Dm        Gm
I want love,   I need love, and a little food in my bowl 

VERSE2
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Here in this tribal warfare, for food you need money or a gun 
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I signed up, whose side I don't care, at least now I'm someone 
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At parade time the grown-ups are cruel, and all of the soldiers are small 
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Commanders and captains and colonels, all kids with their back to the wall 

CHORUS
     ...Cm  Dm         Gm   D# Dm      Gm
I want love,   I need love, I---I want love 
       Cm   Dm         Gm   D#            Dm        Gm
I want love,   I need love, and a little food in my bowl 

BRIDGE
     F             Bb           Cm - Cm7 - Cm - Cm7
They told me I'm joining a family
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But here I ain't nobody's son 
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My brothers are right here beside me 
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We share our hunger and we share our gun 
  F           Bb             Cm - Cm7 - Cm - Cm7  
Tomorrow we start the offensive
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Been drinking palm wine all day 
          F       Bb         D7           D#              Dm        Gm...
Gri-gri men can keep us from bullets, but hash won't keep hunger at bay 

CHORUS
     ...Cm  Dm         Gm   D# Dm      Gm
I want love,   I need love, I---I want love 
       Cm   Dm         Gm   D#            Dm        Gm
I want love,   I need love, and a little food in my bowl 

VERSE3
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When it's time the small soldiers march forward 
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When one falls the next takes his gun 
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Four to one AK-forty-seven, I was number three but now I'm gone 
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Our future is dying right here, children only ten years old 
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In this tribal colonial nightmare, we're reaping the seeds you have sown 
      D#          Dm              Gm...
We're reaping the seeds you have sown 

CHORUS
     ...Cm  Dm         Gm    D#     Dm      Gm
We want love,  we need love, all of us want love 
        Cm  Dm         Gm    D#           Dm          Gm
We want love,  we need love, and a little food in our bowls
( Cm )  ( Dm )  ( Gm )  
( Cm )  ( Dm )  ( Gm )

       ( Cm )( Dm )       ( Gm ) ( Cm )         ( Dm )       ( Gm )
I want love,   I need love, and a little food in my bowl.