Prodigal Son

 work gets done don't look at me

Pre Verse:

G           D#           G  (run)       D

Verse 1:

D
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modern aristocrat Horatio Alger
G                                               Em
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating
D
Did you ever forget you had a regret?
                            G               Em
And what you only guessed at might still be waiting

Chorus:

          C                     G                 D                     Em
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
              C                    G                       D      Em
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
           C             D               *
And father never understood the way the work gets done
              C                 D               G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
              C                 D               G
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

Pre Verse:

 G           D#           G  (run)       D

Verse 2:

D
When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values
G                                                          Em
Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
D
Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect
G                 Em
The dreams that hound you?

Chorus

          C                     G                 D                     Em
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
              C                    G                       D      Em
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
           C             D               *
And father never understood the way the work gets done
              C                 D               G (run) Em
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
              C                 D               G
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

Outro:

D                                        G
When you least expect it, he's going to run
D                                      G      Em
Like the blood-red path of the western sun
     C        D      G         C              D         G
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
C         D          *                     C           D               G (run) Em
Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son
         C              D                 G
It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son