Bruce Springsteen – Prodigal Son (Guitar)

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Tabbed by: Nick V.
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  Alt. C in instrumental sections
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      G                        C
In a place where outlaws are banned from the range

      G               Bm       Am
On a day that mountains have fallen to foes

      Am                          D
In a land where boys are forbidden to grow

     C             C/B  D
And metal is the only master

          G                       C
Where the highway ends and the desert breaks

       G             Bm       Am
And buildings are bent from great earthquakes

Am                             D
Statesmen crawl on their bellies like snakes

    C                C/B        D
And feed off the public hunger

      C                        G
In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky

       C            C/B              G
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie

C                          D
Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum

         C       D        G  C | G  C
Welcome home my prodigal son

     G                             C
When rivers run raging through city streets

     G                    Bm             Am
And great eagles have fallen from their lofty peaks

     Am                     D
And policemen moonlight as sideshow freaks

           C         C/B            D
Before the final crime is committed

       G                    C
When presidents ride in Ford Mustangs

          G           Bm        Am
And the black man releases his Cadillac fangs

           Am                          D
And you're checked out in bed as the landlord bangs

      C             C/B                D
The young girl next door for the rent

      C                      G
Where telegraph wires are attached to your mind

 C                             G
Delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie

C                            D
Papa stands on the corner waiting to beat the drum

          C      D        G  C | G  C
Welcome home my prodigal son

          G                    C
When the telephone rings and falls off the hook

          G                Bm             Am
And your legs have been stolen by some defense department crook

           Am                          D
And you're starting to think about writing a book

              C                  C/B            D
But now you won't pledge allegiance to anything

         G                 C
And the maid comes in with coffee and cake

      G          Bm           Am
In a low-cut dress she wore just for your sake

     Am                                D
You explain you're not dead, and she takes it as a compliment

        C                 C/B                D
Sticks out her tongue and asks for requests

      C                        G
In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky

       C            C/B              G
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie

C                           D
Papa stands on the corner waiting to beat the drum

   C             D        G  C | G  C
Welcome home my prodigal son

         G                   C
And the mercury men with hydraulic joints

       G           Bm                Am
They bribe with a smile and hold you up in the alley at pen point

      Am                           D
They ask you to bend over that they may anoint

              C       C/B                D
You with the holy water of your profession

          G                        C
When the line between love and hate gets so thin

           G           Bm            Am
And your body takes over when your mind gives in

         Am                           D
And your lady lover demands that you pin her to the floor

              C           C/B              D
But it's too late, your reflexes are shot

         G                             C
And the man on the corner with the nervous twitch

G          Bm                     Am
Whispers, "Hey, how'd you like to buy a nice bitch?

         Am                        D
She's a thirty-eight and I got her loaded in all six"

         C     C/B                        D
He keeps talking and you just keep walking

        G                           C
And you reach for the sky and get stuck on a steeple

    G              Bm              Am
You reach out for love but you get lost in the people

     Am                           D
You run through the canyon screaming like an eagle

         C                         D
And you fall face first in the mud

      C                        G
In a land where skyscrapers scratch the sky

       C                                  G
And delinquent daughters have their own children who lie

  C                     C/B                  D
Papa stands on the corner watching the parade he wants to beat the drum

          C  C/B        D       G       C  | G  C | G  C | G  C
Welcome home, welcome home my prodigal son

         C   D     G        C      G
Welcome home,  my prodigal son