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Tuning: E A D G B E
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Song For Orphans-Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V.
E-mail:[email protected]
Tuning:EADGBE
This is the version from the WBCN performance on 1/6/73.
AmThe multitude assembled andAm/G tried to make the noisFe
AmThem blank blind poet generAm/Gals and restless loud white boFys
AmBut time grew thin and the Am/Gaxis was left somehow incompleteF
CWhere instead of childG lions, they found AmageiAm/Gn' junkie sheFep
AmAnd how many wasted have IAm/G seen signed "Hollywood oFr bust"
AmOh left to ride them evAm/Ger ghostly Arizona gustsF
AmCheerleader tramps and kidsAm/G with big amps soundin' helpless in theF void
OhC high society vamps anGd ex-heavyweight chAmamps Am/Gmistakin' soot for soilF
COh Gso break Fme now Cbig Mama asG Old Faithful breaksF the day
CBelieve me mGy good LiFnda, helCp is on the waGy
AmThe confederacy's in my Am/Gname now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAm/Gronger arm,Dm do you fEmeel your mus-cleF play?
Am Am/G F
AmWell the doorstep blanket Am/Gweaver, Madonna she pushes beFlls
AmFrom house to house to houAm/Gse I see her givin' laFst kisses and wishin' wells
AmTo every gypsy mystic and Am/Gall-star that the kids might find a plaFce
WCho've lost for ever trGue fathers on their Amtime traAm/Gvels out in space F
AmOh and the sons they search foAm/Gr fathers, but the fathers are all goFne
AmThe lost souls search for savAm/Giours, but saviours don't last lonFg
AmThem aimless questless renegadAm/Ge brats who live their lives in songFs
ThCey run the length of aG candle, and in a gAmoodnight wAm/Ghisper and a puff they're goFne
COh so break mGe now bigF Mama aCs Old FaithGful breakFs the day
CBelieve me mGy good LiFnda, helCp is on the waGy
AmThe confederacy's in my Am/Gname now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAm/Gronger arm,Dm do you feel your Emmus-cle pFlay?
AmWell now the missions are Am/Gfilled with hermits and they're all lookinF' for a friend
AmAnd the terraces are filleAm/Gd with cat-men lookin' for a wayF in
AmThese orphans lost up on sAm/Gilver mountains, jumped, jumped in Falleyways
AmThey wait for that Am/Gold tramp DDmog Man Moses, he tEmakes iFn all the strays
AmAnd he told me, "don'Am/Gt grow on empty legends or lonely cradleF songs
AmBecause Billy the Kid was Am/Gjust a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' Fhis guns
AmAnd the night she's long, Am/Gshe's lanky, and she speaks in a mother Ftongue"
AmAnd he lullabied thAm/Ge refugees Dmwith an amplifier'Ems hum F
COh we could breGak us nowF big MaCma as OlGd Faithful she bFreaks the day
CLeave me, nGow, good FLinda, tChe aurora Gwill shine your way
AmThe confederacy's in my Am/Gname now, them hoFunds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAm/Gronger arm,Dm do you feel yEmour mus-cle pFlay?
AmThe confederacy's in my Am/Gname now, them houFnds are held at bay
AmThe axis needs a stAm/Gronger arm,Dm do you fEmeel your mus-cle plFay?
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