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                            Prodigal Son-Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V.

Another lost classic from the '72 solo recordings.

Tuning:EADGBE

Capo III

   E  Esus  A  A/E  F#m  B
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E Esus E Esus  

      E                           Esus             
In a place where outlaws are 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           E           Esus
Where the highway ends and the 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                        E
And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie
Esus                          B
Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum
         A               E    Esus  E  Esus
Welcome home my prodigal son 
   
     E                          Esus
When rivers run raging through city streets
     E                A                F#m
And great eagles have fallen from their lofty peaks
     A/E                    E
And policemen moonlight as sideshow freaks
         A       F#m          B
Before the final crime is committed
       E          Esus            E   Esus
When presidents ride in Ford Mustangs
          E         A          F#m
And the black man releases his Cadillac fangs
           A/E                       E
And you're checked out in bad as the landlord bangs
      A             F#m          B
The young girl next door for the 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   E  Esus  
Welcome home my prodigal son   

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

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