Cifras
Prodigal Son

Tom: D

Introdução:

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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.