Chords for Ry Cooder - The Prodigal Son (Audio)
Tempo:
120.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
F#
F#m
C#
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [B] [F#]
[B] [N]
[Em] [C#] [D] [C#]
[A]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
Now the prodigal son was a boy child, his mind was not to obey.
But after he left his father's house, he thought it was great.
I believe that I can be that I were, go back [B]
[C#m] [F#]
home and be a servant of the Lord.
Now his father saw him coming, [B] and he met him with a smile.
[F#] He threw his arms around him, saying this [C#m] is my daughter's child.
[F#] I believe that I can be that I were, go back [B]
[Em] home and [F#]
be a [B] servant [F#] of the Lord.
Now
[B]
[Em] [F#]
[Bm]
[E] [B] [F#] [F#m] the prodigal [B] son asked, why you've been gone so long?
[F#m] What makes you so love the world?
[B] Man forget your happy home.
[F#] The [F#m] prophet said I searched for true religion, [G#] but [B] no faith in what he's gonna find.
[F#m] Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield, [B] that eased my troubled mind.
[F#] I believe [F#m] that I can be that [B]
I were, go back [F#]
[F#m] [B] home and be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
I [F#m] wandered into a tavern, [B] where a music band was playing.
[F#m] Now the steel guitar rang out so sweet, I [B] feel that I was praying.
[F#] And I asked the common baker, is this a new [B] teaching?
[E] Yeah, she said there [Em] is no [F#m] God but God.
[B] And Ralph Mooney, he's up in his name, [F#m] I said let me [F#] enter your ashtray Mr.
Mooney.
[F#m] [B] And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad.
[F#] But just as long as you sit there on the [B] bandstand and play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be [E] glad.
[F#] Now the father asked the prodigal, did you smell the [B] sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He [F#] said yeah, they did.
Dim lights, good smoke, and loud loud [C#] music.
[B] That's the only kind of truth I'll ever [F#] understand.
I believe that I can be [F#m] that I were, go back [B]
home [F#] and [F#m]
[B] be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
Go back [B] home.
Go back [F#m] home.
Go back home.
Go back [B] home.
[C#] [F#m]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[B] [N]
[Em] [C#] [D] [C#]
[A]
[F#] [C#] [F#]
Now the prodigal son was a boy child, his mind was not to obey.
But after he left his father's house, he thought it was great.
I believe that I can be that I were, go back [B]
[C#m] [F#]
home and be a servant of the Lord.
Now his father saw him coming, [B] and he met him with a smile.
[F#] He threw his arms around him, saying this [C#m] is my daughter's child.
[F#] I believe that I can be that I were, go back [B]
[Em] home and [F#]
be a [B] servant [F#] of the Lord.
Now
[B]
[Em] [F#]
[Bm]
[E] [B] [F#] [F#m] the prodigal [B] son asked, why you've been gone so long?
[F#m] What makes you so love the world?
[B] Man forget your happy home.
[F#] The [F#m] prophet said I searched for true religion, [G#] but [B] no faith in what he's gonna find.
[F#m] Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield, [B] that eased my troubled mind.
[F#] I believe [F#m] that I can be that [B]
I were, go back [F#]
[F#m] [B] home and be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
I [F#m] wandered into a tavern, [B] where a music band was playing.
[F#m] Now the steel guitar rang out so sweet, I [B] feel that I was praying.
[F#] And I asked the common baker, is this a new [B] teaching?
[E] Yeah, she said there [Em] is no [F#m] God but God.
[B] And Ralph Mooney, he's up in his name, [F#m] I said let me [F#] enter your ashtray Mr.
Mooney.
[F#m] [B] And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad.
[F#] But just as long as you sit there on the [B] bandstand and play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be [E] glad.
[F#] Now the father asked the prodigal, did you smell the [B] sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He [F#] said yeah, they did.
Dim lights, good smoke, and loud loud [C#] music.
[B] That's the only kind of truth I'll ever [F#] understand.
I believe that I can be [F#m] that I were, go back [B]
home [F#] and [F#m]
[B] be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
Go back [B] home.
Go back [F#m] home.
Go back home.
Go back [B] home.
[C#] [F#m]
[C#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
Key:
B
F#
F#m
C#
Em
B
F#
F#m
_ [F#] _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D] _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[F#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now the prodigal son was a boy child, his mind was not to obey.
_ But after he left his father's house, he thought it was _ great.
I believe that I can be that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ home and be a servant of the Lord.
Now his father saw him coming, _ [B] and he met him with a smile.
_ [F#] He threw his arms around him, saying this [C#m] is my daughter's child.
[F#] I believe that I can be that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] home and [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ be a [B] servant [F#] of the Lord.
Now _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] the _ _ prodigal [B] son asked, why you've been gone so long?
_ [F#m] What makes you so love the world?
_ _ [B] Man forget your happy home.
_ [F#] _ The [F#m] prophet said I searched for true religion, [G#] but [B] no faith in what he's gonna find.
_ [F#m] Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield, [B] that eased my troubled _ mind.
[F#] I believe [F#m] that I can be that _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
I were, go back _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ [B] home and be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
I [F#m] wandered into a tavern, _ [B] where a music band was playing.
_ _ [F#m] Now the steel guitar rang out so sweet, _ I [B] feel that I was praying.
_ _ _ [F#] And I asked the common baker, is this a new [B] teaching? _ _
[E] Yeah, she said there [Em] is no [F#m] God but God.
_ _ _ [B] And Ralph Mooney, he's up in his name, [F#m] I said let me [F#] enter your ashtray Mr.
Mooney.
[F#m] _ [B] _ And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad.
[F#] But just as long as you sit there on the [B] bandstand and play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be [E] glad.
_ [F#] Now the father asked the prodigal, did you smell the [B] sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He [F#] said yeah, they did.
Dim lights, good smoke, and loud loud [C#] music.
[B] That's the only kind of truth I'll ever [F#] understand.
I believe that I can be [F#m] that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ home [F#] and _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] be a servant of [F#] the Lord. _ _ _
_ _ Go back [B] home. _
_ _ Go back [F#m] home.
Go back home.
Go back [B] home. _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ [D] _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
[F#] _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now the prodigal son was a boy child, his mind was not to obey.
_ But after he left his father's house, he thought it was _ great.
I believe that I can be that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ home and be a servant of the Lord.
Now his father saw him coming, _ [B] and he met him with a smile.
_ [F#] He threw his arms around him, saying this [C#m] is my daughter's child.
[F#] I believe that I can be that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] home and [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ be a [B] servant [F#] of the Lord.
Now _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ [F#m] the _ _ prodigal [B] son asked, why you've been gone so long?
_ [F#m] What makes you so love the world?
_ _ [B] Man forget your happy home.
_ [F#] _ The [F#m] prophet said I searched for true religion, [G#] but [B] no faith in what he's gonna find.
_ [F#m] Until I came to a little place called Bakersfield, [B] that eased my troubled _ mind.
[F#] I believe [F#m] that I can be that _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
I were, go back _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ [B] home and be a servant of [F#] the Lord.
I [F#m] wandered into a tavern, _ [B] where a music band was playing.
_ _ [F#m] Now the steel guitar rang out so sweet, _ I [B] feel that I was praying.
_ _ _ [F#] And I asked the common baker, is this a new [B] teaching? _ _
[E] Yeah, she said there [Em] is no [F#m] God but God.
_ _ _ [B] And Ralph Mooney, he's up in his name, [F#m] I said let me [F#] enter your ashtray Mr.
Mooney.
[F#m] _ [B] _ And if the drunks interfere I'll be sad.
[F#] But just as long as you sit there on the [B] bandstand and play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be [E] glad.
_ [F#] Now the father asked the prodigal, did you smell the [B] sweet perfume and hear the angel band?
He [F#] said yeah, they did.
Dim lights, good smoke, and loud loud [C#] music.
[B] That's the only kind of truth I'll ever [F#] understand.
I believe that I can be [F#m] that I were, go back _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ home [F#] and _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] be a servant of [F#] the Lord. _ _ _
_ _ Go back [B] home. _
_ _ Go back [F#m] home.
Go back home.
Go back [B] home. _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _