Prodigal Son

Capo VII

intro & verse
E--10--7-----10----7--------10---
B--------8------8----8---------7-
G----------------7----7-7-------7
D---------9------------9---------
A-----10----------10-----10------
E---------------------------10---
E|---8-7----------------8--7-------
B|---------------------------8---8-
G|-7-------7-----------9------7-7--
D|7-------9-9-------10---------9---
A|----10-----10-----------10-------
E|-------------10--8---------------
-------------------------| 
----7--8-----------------| 
---7---------------------| 
--7----------------------| 
-------10----------------| 
10-----------------------| 

bridge ("..and all the grand 
expectations.."):

see chords below (i'm not sure about
 the picking, but i'll try to figure
 it out soon)

Chords (remember -> Capo 7th fret)


           C                    
Well, I've been a disclaimer for 
  G          C
twenty-four years

F           C            G       
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of 
  C
tears

    C                     G        
I'm well known in story, famous in 
C
song

    F                 C           
The black sheep, the blemish, the 
G            C
one who went wrong

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    F                 C           
The black sheep, the blemish, the 
G            C
one who went wrong

   C                       G      
My crime is discomfort, a mind ill
     C
 at ease

    F          C             G   
Old crow on my shoulder, my 
     C
favorite disease

    C                         G   
My siblings, my rivals might tend 
        C
to my wake

 F             C            
Grieve me not brothers, I was 
   G         C
mother's mistake

 F             C            
Grieve me not brothers, I was 
   G         C
mother's mistake


            G                      
And all the grand expectations of 
   F         C
an epic of wealth

            G                      
Leave me long to crawl back to the 
   F         C
womb

            G                      
Well, I've tasted your grace, 
       F           C
placed it back on the shelf

            G       F          
Drag your pedigree wives to your 
   C
tomb

          G          F         
Drag your pedigree wives to your 
   C
tomb


         C                    
Well, I came from this city, a 
G           C
victim of peace

          F            C         
But I've grown far too filthy to 
G             C
attend to the feast

     C                        
So I take to the hills to live 
   G         C
savage and free

   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me

   F           C        G        C
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me

Of course, corrections are welcome.