Misc Originals — Timothy Robert Salzman — Bring The Robe

Текст песни с аккордами

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[Verse 1]
  Am
I took the old man’s money,
    G
Headed out the door
       Dm                                           Am
There ain’t no point in trying to keep him happy anymore
    Am
My whole life’s out in front of me,
     G
I’m loaded down with gold
     Dm                                                      Am
The old man’s watchin’ from his house — I gave him back his rolbe
       Dm  C Dm
Here I go—oo—oo
       Am
Here I go

[Verse 2]
Am
Found the first place down the line,
      G
Where I could spend my gold
  Dm                                                      Am
Bought the house a round of drinks said bar-keep make ‘em cold
     Am
The years rolled by — the money flowed,
     G
My vanity displayed
 Dm                                               Am
Women wine, and friends of mine — I knew I had it made
       Dm C Dm
Here I aa—aa—am
       Am
Here I am

[Instrumental]
 Am  G  Dm  Am  Am

[Verse 3]
 Am
Here I sit at the city’s gate,
     G
My money’s all but gone
     Dm                                            Am
My friends are nowhere to be found I sit here all alone
    Am
The only job that I can find,
   G
Reminds me of myself
     Dm                                            Am
The swine rejects the royal robe to keep it all himself
        Dm C Dm
There I aa—aa—am
        Am
There I am

[Verse 4]
   Am
I find myself a-thinkin’ back,
     G
To when I was a son,
     Dm                                     Am
My father gave me everything  all I did was run
    Am
I wonder if he’d take me back,
   G
Perhaps just as a slave,
    Dm                                                 Am
The best that I could hope for is to stay out of this grave
         Dm C Dm
There I aa—aa—am
        Am
There I am

[Instrumental]
 Am  G  Dm  Am  Am

[Verse 5]
 Am
Two day walk back to his house,
      G
The place where I was born,
      Dm                                                 Am
What would he think, what would say, all I deserved was scorn
    Am
He saw me there still far away,
     G
He broke into a run,
   Dm                                              Am
I have no robe, I have no seal I have no rights as son
           Dm C Dm
I hang my hea—ea—ead
   Am
I hang my head

[Verse 6]
     Am
We stood there on that hill that day,
     G
As tears rolled down his face,
    Dm                                           Am
He hugged me like I’d never left, a father son embrace
   Am
I don’t deserve to wear your robe,
      G
I’ll work for you instead,
     Dm                                                Am
He looked me in the eye that day, and this is what he said

[Outro]
          Dm C  Dm
Bring the ro—oo—obe
           Am
Bring the robe
          Dm  C  Dm
My son is hoo—oo—ome
           Am
My son is home

         Dm  C Dm
Oh what loo—oo—ove
         Am
Oh what love		
    

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