Tired Of Sin Chords by John Bowman

_ _ _ [Bb] _ When _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
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the prodigal son _ _ returned _ _ _ _ [Eb] home again, _ _ _ _ _
with no shoes [Bb] on his feet, _ _ _ _ _
all battered [F] by
sin, _ _ _ _ _
his father [Bb] looked _ down _ _ _ _ that long, [Eb] dusty road, _ _ _ _ _
and he brought him [Bb] a ring.
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[F] And the very [Bb] best _ _ _ _ rose. _
So go kill [Eb] the _ _ cat, _ _ _ his father [Bb] then _ said, _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb]
there's plenty to _ _ eat, _ _ _ [C] the table is [F] spread.
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My son who [Bb] was lost _ _ [F] _ _ _
is back [Eb] home again, _ _ _ _ for he has [Bb] grown _ tired _ _ [Gm] _ _
[F] of living [Bb] in sin.
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[G] I'll say to [C] my father, _ _ _ _ I'm not worthy, [F] see, _ _ _ _ _ that if you let me [C] come home, _ _ _ _ I'd be a servant [G] for thee. _
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I've lost all [C] I _ have.
_ _ _ Lord, I'm hungry [F] and _ _ _ _ cold, _ and he said, my [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ son, [G] welcome back to [C] the fold. _
_ _ _ _ So go kill [F] the _ _ _ _ cat, _ his father [C] then said, _ _ _ _ _
there's plenty to _ _ eat, _ _ the [D] table [G] is spread. _
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My son who [C] was _ lost _ _ _ _ is back home [F] _ again, _ _ _ _ for he has [C] grown _ tired _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] of living [C] in sin.
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Yes, he has grown _ tired _ _ [Am] _ _
[G] of living [C] in sin. _
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