Chords for Bruce Springsteen - Song For Orphans (Official Audio)

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[F] _ _ _ _ Well _ the multitude [Am] assembled, [Bb] then tried to [F] make the noise,
and blank-blind [Am] court generals [Bb] and restless loud [C] white boys.
[Dm] Times grew [Am] thin and the excess [Bb] grew somehow [F] incomplete,
[Bb] for instead of child lines [C] we had aging [F] junkie sheets.
Well how many [Am] wasted have I seen [Bb] signed Hollywood [F] or bust?
Head left to [Am] ride, they're never [Bb] ghostly [C] Arizona gusts.
[Dm] Cheerleader [Am] tramps and kids with big [Bb] amps, sounded in [F] the void.
[Bb] High society vamps, ex-heavyweight [C] champs, speaking [F] sooth with soil.
So break me [Bb] now, big mama, [F] as old faithful [Bb] praise to claim.
[F] Believe me, [Bb] my good Linda, the aura will shine your way.
[Dm] The [Am] Confederacy's in my name now, [Bb] the hounds are held at bay.
[F] Their existence [Bb] needs a stronger arm, [C] do you feel your [F] muscles play?
_ _ _ _ _ Well at those step, [Em] blanket weaver, [Bb] Madonna [F] pushes bells.
From house to house [Am] I see her, giving [Bb] last kisses and [C] wishing well.
[Dm] Jeffrey [Am] Gipsy, mystic [Bb] hero, that the kids might [F] find a place.
[Bb] Who've been lost forever to mom and pop [C] on their weekends [F] out in space.
Well the sons, they search for fathers, [Bb] but the fathers [F] are all gone.
The lost souls [Em] search for saviors, [Bb] but saviors don't [C] last long.
[Dm] Those nameless, [Am] questless, renegade [Bb] brats, who lived their [F] lives in song.
[Bb] They run the length of a candle, with a [C] goodnight wish within [F] their guard.
So break me now, [Bb] big mama, as old faithful praise to claim.
[F] Believe me, my [Bb] good Linda, [F] the aura will [Bb] shine your way.
[Dm] The [Am] Confederacy's in my name now, [Bb] the hounds are held at bay.
[F] Their existence [Bb] needs a stronger arm, [C] do you feel your [F] muscles play? _ _ _
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_ Well the missions are filled [Am] with hermits, [Bb] they're looking for [F] a friend.
Terraces are filled [Am] with cat men, [Bb] just looking for a [C] way in.
[Dm] There's orphans junked [Am] on silver mountains, [Bb] lost in celestial [F] alleyways.
They wait for that old [Bb] tramp dogman Moses, [C] he takes in [F] all the trees.
Now don't you grow on [Em] empty legends, [Bb] or lonely creative [F] songs.
_ The kid was [Am] just a bowery boy, [Bb] who made a living twirling [C] his guns.
[Dm] Tonight she's [Am] long and lanky, and [Bb] she speaks in a [F] mother tongue.
[Bb] She lullabies a refugee, [C] with an [F] amplifiers tongue.
So break me [Bb] now, big mama, as [F] old faithful [Bb] praise to claim.
Believe me, my good Linda, [F] the aura will [Bb] shine your way.
[Dm] The [C] Confederacy's in my name now, [Bb] the hounds are held at bay.
[F] Their existence [Bb] needs a stronger arm, [C] do you feel your [F] muscles play?
[Dm] The [Am] Confederacy's in my name now, [Bb] the hounds are held at bay.
Their existence needs [Bb] a stronger arm, [C] do you feel your muscles [F] play?
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