Prodigal Son

Capo 3 

Intro: 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