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Song For Orphans-Bruce Springsteen
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Tabbed by:Nick V.
E-mail:BlindTerry333@gmail.com
Tuning:EADGBE
This is the version from the WBCN performance on 1/6/73.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VI90aRt_v44
Am Am/G F
The multitude assembled and tried to make a noise
Am Am/G F
Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
Am Am/G F
But time's grew thin and the axis was left somehow incomplete
C G Am Am/G F
Where instead of child lions, they found agein' junkie sheep
Am Am/G F
And how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
Am Am/G F
Oh left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Am Am/G F
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' helpless in the void
C G Am Am/G F
Oh high society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' soot for soil
C G F C G F
Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
C G F C G
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
Am Am/G F
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
Am Am/G Dm Em F
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
Am Am/G F
Am Am/G F
Well the doorstep blanket weaver, Donna she pushes bells
Am Am/G F
From house to house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' wells
Am Am/G F
To every gypsy mystic and all-star that the kids might find a place
C G Am Am/G F
Who've been lost for ever true fathers on their time travels out in the space
Am Am/G F
Oh and the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
Am Am/G F
The lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long
Am Am/G F
Them aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs
C G Am Am/G F
They run the length of a candle, and in a goodnight whisper and a puff they're gone
C G F C G F
Oh so break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
C G F C G
Believe me my good Linda, help is on the way
Am Am/G F
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
Am Am/G Dm Em F
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
Am Am/G F
Well now the missions are filled with hermits and they're all lookin' for a friend
Am Am/G F
And the terraces are filled with cat-men lookin' for a way in
Am Am/G F
These orphans lost up on silver mountains, jumped, jumped in alleyways
Am Am/G Dm Em F
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays
Am Am/G F
And he told me, "don't grow on empty legends or lonely cradle songs
Am Am/G F
Because Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
Am Am/G F
And the night she's long, she's lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue"
Am Am/G Dm Em F
And he lullabied the refugees with an amplifier's hum
C G F C G F
Oh we could break us now big Mama as Old Faithful she breaks the day
C G F C G
Leave me, now, good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
Am Am/G F
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
Am Am/G Dm Em F
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
Am Am/G F
The confederacy's in my name now, them hounds are held at bay
Am Am/G Dm Em F
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your mus-cle play?
Questions, comments, insults...BlindTerry333
