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Song: The Prodigal Son
Artist: Two Gallants
Capo VII
intro & verse
E--10--7-----10----7--------10------8-7----------------8--7--------------------------------|
B--------8------8----8---------7----------------------------8---8-----7--8-----------------|
G----------------7----7-7-------7-7-------7-----------9------7-7-----7---------------------|
D---------9------------9---------7-------9-9-------10---------9-----7----------------------|
A-----10----------10-----10----------10-----10-----------10--------------10----------------|
E---------------------------10----------------10--8---------------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 G C
Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
F C G C
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
C G C
I'm well known in story, famous in song
F C G C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
F C G C
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
C G C
My crime is discomfort, a mind ill at ease
F C G C
Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
C G C
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
F C G C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
F C G C
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
G F C
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
G F C
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
G F C
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
G F C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
G F C
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
C G C
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
F C G C
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
C G C
So I take to the hills to live 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.
