Song:Prodical Son Artist:Kid Rock Tabbed By: Jack (Padge(radboy75@hotmail.com) Ok, this is the main Riff, add a Bass and Drums and youve got pretty much the whole song. Main Riff E------------------------------------------- B------------------------------------------- G--------------------7-7-------------------- D---7-7----X--5-5----7-7---7---------------- A---7-7----X--5-5----5-5---7------3-------3- E---5-5----X--3-3----------5----5---5-3-5--- (lyrics) Cause growin up I was never, the logical one Packed my ***, left home like the prodigal son With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped I went looking for fame and yo I never came back Filled with spite staying high as a kite I was dealin and stealin everything in sight Pool hustling trying to make that green I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age thirteen Working like a bitch, like a god *** tank Some disagree because my rents had bank But all that's gold don't always glitter So I'll take another puff from my one hitter I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine Cause money, money, money ain't *** to me But I gotta make a lot just to be free I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay I hope to God one day she gonna see the love is not that way She holds in that morning time and never lets me go I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show Please God please, I'll pay any cost If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off There's too much hardship and too much pain There's too many mother ***ers tryin to get in my brain I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride But parasites can't fade the Rock Cause suckers that step in my way will get shot I hold key to my own success Suckers that step will be put to rest I hold the key to my own success And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter Watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter Not a generic dime a dozen M.C. Never was in a posse never wanted to be I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way She holds in that morning time and never lets me go I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show N-N-Now I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time And won't leave till I've received that seventh sign All this talk their gonna drop the bomb But life keeps going on and on and on and on The world's end don't worry me And I'm gonna get where I'm going, just don't hurry me Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin Everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin Fussin with the girls, they waste my time Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind Crucified by the critics, everyday Cause I really ain't got that much to say I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time I live my life just like the skipper But only at night because I'm a day tripper Twitchin, shakin and I get more bass than John Paul Jones Visions of red shoot through my head And I wont stop trippin till the day I'm dead I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere I'm here and I'm there I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way She holds in that morning time and never lets me go I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show Yeah...Yeah...Yeah on down Hey...hey, hey...hey, hey, hey, hey On down, on down, on down, down, down, down, down Well, well, well, well Hey heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Yeah your ***in with the Kid Rock honey Get back on the streets and get my money Money, money, money, money, money, money Get my money Yeah you ***in with the Kid Rock baby You can have my car if it will drive you crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Yeah your ***in with the Kid Rock honey Get back on the streets and get my money Yeah you ***in with the Kid Rock baby You can have my car if it will drive you crazy Thats that. JACK
