Prodigal Son

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 work gets done don't look at me
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[Pre Verse:]
G           D#           G  (run)   
    D

[Verse 1:]
D
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I 
wonder about you, modern aristocrat 
Horatio Alger
G                             
Clever, never hesitating in the 
                  Em
baiting, ever waiting for the 
canticle of manacles abating
D
Did you ever forget you had a 
regret?
                            G      
And what you only guessed at might 
         Em
still be waiting


[Chorus:]
          C                 
When the prodigal son with a 
    G                 D        
caroming shadow of hate comes to 
             Em
land at home
              C                  
Well, he's a mourning star with a 
  G                       D      Em
champagne heart at his curtain call
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           C             D        
And father never understood the 
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way the work gets done
              C                 D   
            G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, 
no prodigal son
              C                 D 
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one,
              G
 no prodigal son


[Pre Verse:]
 G           D#           G  (run)  
     D

[Verse 2:]
D
When everybody about is ready to 
bout you about controversial values
G                          
Don't you think you'd better 
                                Em
readdress the level of the cowardice
 rising to drown you?
D
Did you ever connect or come to 
reject, or even inspect
G                 Em
The dreams that hound you?


[Chorus]
          C                 
When the prodigal son with a 
    G                 D        
caroming shadow of hate comes to 
             Em
land at home
              C                  
Well, he's a mourning star with a 
  G                       D      Em
champagne heart at his curtain call
           C             D        
And father never understood the 
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way the work gets done
              C                 D   
            G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, 
no prodigal son
              C                 D 
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one,
              G
 no prodigal son


[Outro:]
D                                 
When you least expect it, he's 
       G
going to run
D                            
Like the blood-red path of the 
          G      Em
western sun
     C        D      G         C
The prodigal son is waiting, 
              D         G
waiting for his moment to come
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       C           D               G
 (run) Em
Well hell no, don't look at me, 
can't you see I ain't one, no 
prodigal son
         C              D     
It ain't me, no I ain't one, no 
            G
prodigal son