E|E|------------------------------------------------------|| Song For Orphans-Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V.
Tuning:EADGBE
Not the “Letter To You” version so don’t rate
it based off the 2020 version!
This is the version from the WBCN performance on 1/6/73.
AmAm/GF
The multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
AmAm/GF
Them blank blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
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But time grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete
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Where instead of child lions, they found agein' junkie sheep
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And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
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Oh left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts
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Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void
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Oh high society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil
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Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
CGFCG
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
AmAm/GF
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
AmAm/GDmEmF
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
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Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna she pushes bells
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From house to house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' wells
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To every gypsy mystic and all-star that the kids might find a place
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Who've lost for ever true fathers on their time travels out in space
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Oh and the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
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The lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long
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Them aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs
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They run the length of a candle, and in a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone
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Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
CGFCG
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
AmAm/GF
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
AmAm/GDmEmF
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
AmAm/GF
Well now the missions are filled with hermits and they're all lookin' for a friend
AmAm/GF
And the terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in
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These orphans lost up on silver mountains, jumped, jumped in alleyways
AmAm/GDmEmF
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays
AmAm/GF
And he told me, "don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
AmAm/GF
Because Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
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And the night she's long, she's lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue"
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And he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum
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Oh we could break us now big Mama as Old Faithful she breaks the day
CGFCG
Leave me, now, good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
AmAm/GF
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
AmAm/GDmEmF
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
AmAm/GF
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
AmAm/GDmEmF
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?