Poor Man's Son



SOLO: (CHORUS CHORDS ONLY, no solo)


VERSE 1:


G              D             C             G            C              G                  A       D
Hey there         You a poor man's son can't anything be done ain't you havin' fun
G            D         C       G            C             G                A            D
Hey there     you got no shoes got nothing to lose but you came here too

G          D           C             G          C             G          A          D
You got,    got a poor man's bones, good seed sown in a field of stones

                                            

G          D            C             G                      C         G                       D                        G (walk)
You got,     got a poor man's soul, you started life half full, and still they wonder why you're low


Chorus:


Em             Em            Em          Em
Sailing your vessel with nothing at hand,

 Em                     Em             B7         B7

Trying to hide the mark of your maker's brand

Em           Em             Em      Em
Saving yourself with an old tin can
C                   G                    D           G
Noone going to take you to the promised land


SOLO: (VERSE AND CHORUS)


VERSE 2:

G            D                C            G              C                 G                         A           D

Your daddy   left you a legacy of debt, that's been passed down, and you ain't passed it yet

G              D              C        G             C                 G                   A                D

Your daddy   left you a rotting boat, your bound to the mast, and your chains won't float

G              D      C            G      C            G           A            D

Freedom       like water in a pale, tack on a sail, or a spike on a rail

G           D           C             G        C               G            D              G

Freedom       like a look in the eye, a curse at the sky, its a question of why


REPEAT CHORUS

SOLO: (VERSE AND CHORUS)


VERSE 3:

G           D           C               G        C               G       A             D
Rich man   lives his life without please, rests at his ease, collects his fees
G          D       C            G               C          G         A               D
Rich man   got gold in his hand, he's a prodigal man, at home on his land
G          D        C            G              C                      G                      A              D

Hey now    you poor man's son, those things ain't goona come, unless you get you a gun

G          D               C        G                        C          G                D             G

Hey now    what you gonna do, they stole your life from you, will you steal theirs too?

                                                                                 


REPEAT CHORUS


SOLO: (VERSE AND CHORUS)



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