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                             Arabian Night-Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V.

One of the criminally unheard solo recordings from 1972.

Tuning:EADGBE

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Shrieks of sheiks as they run across the movie screen
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A thousand sand dune soldiers led by an Arabian queen
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And the harem girls move like fancy dancers in my dirty dream
                      C                    G   C  G    
And I wake up on the floor holding a bed lamp

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Mama, she comes in and screams, "woo! You been out with that tramp again last night
Em                      G                        C                      G
That silver sequined ivory black bitch, you know, the one that Mama don't like"
Em                    G                         C                       G
You see, but, Mama, she sings me moon time melodies with this great Top 40 hook
Em             G                         C            G
But Mama don't care, Papa he just stares and says,  
Em             G                       C                  G    C  G
"Mary, look the girl's alright, yeah, look the girl's alright"

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And there's a tenseness in the air, don't you know, can't you feel
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There's something hanging there, pull back the mist and reveal it
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Even if you fear what you hear, try to conceal it
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And if what Mama feels is too real, she just claims she don't feel it

      C                   G           C        G               C 
So come out from behind your bunkers, the liftoff's been a bust
C              G           C        G             C
Papa's gone and Mama's dead and buried in my rocket dust'
                                                      D
You're alone now for the first time, but that's all right
                                                      Em         C  G
Because all fear will completely disappear come the Arabian night

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The soundman smiles and turns the dials to set the meter reading rising
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He pulls the singer's voice from out of his pocket to see how the audience likes it
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And in the very first row sits sweet Jenny Rue with a bell on her shoe, she wants him to mic it
Em            C          G        C                G                                        C       G
He flicks a switch but Jenny moves too fast and the audience sways to the sound of her shotgun blast
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The manager runs out, "Check the band's arms for bullet holes and make that man roll up his sleeves"
Em            C       G        C   G              C             G
The drummer shoots himself with cyanide then asked to be relieved
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And me, I say, "It's crazy in here, where is the stage door? 
Em           C             G           C
Which way is out? I gotta get up for work"
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The man says, "Well, once, once you're in they all lead out, what's the matter, ain't you heard?


      C                   G           C        G               C 
There's a war going on outside and I'm paying you to sing like a bird

      C                   G           C        G               C        D
So get in and get tough or get up and get out 'cause things aren't too tight"

                                                                 Em
I said, "Don't worry, everything's gonna loosen up come the Arabian Night"