Arabian Night

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

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


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

      C                   G
So come out from behind your 
           C        G             
bunkers, the liftoff's been a bust
  C

C              G           C    
Papa's gone and Mama's dead and 
    G             C
buried in my rocket dust'
You're alone now for the first time,
                  D
 but that's all right
Because all fear will completely 
                     Em         C  G
disappear come the Arabian night

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


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

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

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