Prodigal Son

E|E|------------------------------

E|----------------------------------

E|---------------|| 


                            Prodigal Son-Bruce Springsteen

E|E|------------------------------

E|----------------------------------

E|---------------|| 

Tabbed by:Nick V.

Another lost classic from the '72 
solo recordings.

Tuning:EADGBE

Capo III

   E  Esus  A  A/E  F#m  B
E|-0---0----0---0---2----x--------
B|-0---0----2---2---2----4--------
G|-1---2----2---2---2----4--------
D|-2---2----2---2---4----4--------
A|-2---2----0---0---4----2--------
E|-0---0----x---0---2----x--------


E Esus E Esus

      E                           
In a place where outlaws are 
Esus
banned from the range
   E            A             F#m
On a day that mountains have fallen 
to foe
      A/E                   E
In a land where boys are forbidden 
to grow
     A          F#m         B
And metal is the only master
          E     Esus         
Where the highway ends and the 
  E           Esus
desert breaks
       E          A         F#m
And buildings are bent from great 
earthquakes
A/E                      E
Statesmen crawl on their bellies 
like snakes
    A           F#m          B
And feed off the public hunger
      Esus                  E
In a land where skyscrapers scratch 
the sky
      Esus                        
And delinquent daughters to their 
E
mothers still lie
Esus                          B
Papa stands on the corner he wants 
to beat the drum
         A               E    
Welcome home my prodigal son
Esus  E  Esus


     E                          
When rivers run raging through city 
Esus
streets
     E                A           
And great eagles have fallen from 
     F#m
their lofty peaks
     A/E                    E
And policemen moonlight as sideshow 
freaks
Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
         A       F#m          B
Before the final crime is committed
       E          Esus     
When presidents ride in Ford 
       E   Esus
Mustangs
          E         A          
And the black man releases his 
F#m
Cadillac fangs
           A/E                     
And you're checked out in bad as 
  E
the landlord bangs
      A             F#m          
The young girl next door for the 
B
rent
      Esus                  E
Where telegraph wires are attached 
to your mind
Esus                         E
Delinquent daughters to their 
mothers still lie
Esus                       B
Papa stands on the corner waiting to
 beat the drum
          A               E  Esus
Welcome home my prodigal son
   E  Esus


           E               Esus
When the telephone rings and falls 
off the hook
         E             A          
And your legs have been stolen 
                   F#m
from some defense department crook
           A/E                     
And you're starting to think about 
E
writing a book
          A                F#m    
But now you won't pledge 
     B
allegiance to anything
    E              Esus           
And the maid comes in with coffee 
E        Esus
and cake
      E         A            F#m
And a low-cut dress she wore just 
for your sake
     A/E                        
You explain you're not dead, she 
              E
takes it as a compliment
               A          F#m     
Sticks out her tongue and asks for
   B
 requests
     Esus                  E
In a land where skyscrapers scratch 
the sky
     Esus                        
And delinquent daughters to their 
  E
mothers still lie
Esus                       B
Papa stands on the corner waiting to
 beat the drum
       E         Esus     E   
Welcome home my prodigal son
Esus  E Esus


       E                   Esus
And the mercury men with hydraulic 
joints
       E            A             
They bribe with a smile and hold 
  F#m
you up in the alley at pen point
       A/E                      E
They ask you to bend over that they 
may anoint
              A         F#m   
You with the holy water of your 
     B
profession
        E                    Esus
When the line between love and hate 
gets so thin
         E            A           
And your body takes over when your
    F#m
 mind gives in
         A/E                       
And your lady lover demands that 
  E
you pin her to the floor
          A                  F#m  
But it's too late, your reflexes 
          B
are shot
         E                         
And the man on the corner with the 
Esus
nervous twitch
          E         A             
Whispers,"Hey, how'd you like to 
   F#m
buy a nice bitch?
         A/E                       
She's a thirty-eight and I got her 
E
loaded in all six"
         A      F#m                
He keeps talking and you just keep 
B
walking
        E             Esus        
And you reach for the sky and get 
            E       Esus
stuck on a steeple
    E              A              
You reach out for love but you get
  F#m
 lost in the people
     A/E                   E
You run through the canyon screaming
 like an eagle
         A          F#m         B
And you fall face first in the mud
      Esus                     E
In a land where skyscrapers scratch 
the sky
      Esus                         
And delinquent daughters have their
       E
 own children who lie
Esus                              
Papa stands on the corner watching
             B
 the parade he wants to beat the 
drum
        E            A      
Welcome home, welcome home my 
         E   Esus  E
prodigal son
       A       Esus         E  
Welcome home my prodigal son
Esus E