3K Prodigal Son chords
From: Symktb@aol.com
Subject: Chords to Prodigal Son
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 00:58:33 -0500

Prodigal Son

[G]  [G]  [Gsus4]  [Gsus4]

In a [G]place where outlaws are [Gsus4]banned from the range
On a [G]day that [C]mountains have [Am]fallen to foe
In a [C/G]land where boys are for[G]bidden to grow
And [C]metal is the [Am]only master[A7]
Where the [G]highway ends and the [Gsus4]desert breaks
And [G]buildings are [C]bent from [Am]great earthquakes
[C/G]Statesmen crawl on their [G]bellies like snakes
And [C]feed off the [Am]public hunger[A7]
In a [Gsus4]land where skyscrapers [G]scratch the sky
And [Gsus4]delinquent daughters to their [G]mothers still lie
[Gsus4]Papa stands on the corner he [G]wants to beat the drum
Welcome [C]home my [Gsus4]prodigal [G]son   [Gsus4]  [G]  [Gsus4]

When [G]rivers run raging through [Gsus4]city streets
And [G]great eagles have [C]fallen from their [Am]lofty peaks
And [C/G]policemen moonlight as [G]sideshow freaks
Before the [C]final [Am]crime is com[A7]mitted
When [G]presidents ride in Ford [Gsus4]mustangs
And the [G]black man re[C]leases his [Am]Cadillac fangs
And you're [C/G]checked out in bad as the [G]landlord bangs
The [C]young girl next [Am]door for the [A7]rent
Where [Gsus4]telegraph wires are at[G]tached to your mind
[Gsus4]Delinquent daughters to their [G]mothers still lie
[Gsus4]Papa stands on the corner [G]waiting to beat the drum
Welcome [C]home my [Gsus4]prodigal [G]son   [Gsus4]  [G]  [Gsus4]

When the [G]telephone rings and [Gsus4]falls off the hook
And your [G]legs have been [C]stolen from some de[Am]fense department crook
And you're [C/G]starting to think about [G]writing a book
But now you [C]won't pledge all[Am]egiance to [A7]anything
And the [G]maid comes in with [Gsus4]coffee and cake
And a [G]low-cut [C]dress she wore [Am]just for your sake
You [C/G]explain you're not dead, she takes it as a [G]compliment
Sticks out her [C]tongue and [Am]asks for re[A7]quests
In a [Gsus4]land where skyscrapers [G]scratch the sky
And [Gsus4]delinquent daughters to their [G]mothers still lie
[Gsus4]Papa stands on the corner [G]waiting to beat the drum
Welcome [C]home my [Gsus4]prodigal [G]son   [Gsus4]  [G]  [Gsus4]

And the [G]mercury men with hyd[Gsus4]raulic joints
They [G]bribe with a [C]smile and hold you up in the [Am]alley at pen point
They [C/G]ask you to bend over that [G]they may annoint
You with the [C]holy water [Am]of your pro[A7]fession
When the [G]line between love and [Gsus4]hate gets so thin
And your [G]body takes [C]over when your [Am]mind gives in
And your [C/G]lady lover demands that you [G]pin her to the floor
But it's too [C]late, your [Am]reflexes are [A7]shot
And the [G]man on the corner with the [Gsus4]nervous twitch
Whispers, [G]"Hey, [C]how'd you like to [Am]buy a nice bitch?
She's a [C/G]thirty-eight and I got her [G]loaded in all six"
He keeps [C]talking, [Am]and you just keep [A7]walking
And you [G]reach for the sky and get [Gsus4]stuck on a steeple
You [G]reach out for [C]love but you get [Am]lost in the people
You [C/G]run through the canyon [G]screaming like an eagle
And you [C]fall face [Am]first in the [A7]mud
In a [Gsus4]land where skyscrapers [G]scratch the sky
And de[Gsus4]linquent daughters have their own [G]children who lie
[Gsus4]Papa stands on the corner watching the parade he [G]wants to beat the
drum
Welcome [G]home, welcome [C]home my [Gsus4]prodigal [G]son  [Gsus4]  [G]  
Welcome [C]home my [Gsus4]prodigal son[G]

G         320003
Gsus4  3x0013
C         332010
C/G      3x2013
Am       x02210
A7        x02020

Comments or corrections are welcome   
Dan   symktb@aol.com