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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the work of fans and represents their interpretation of the song.# #This file is licensed under a Creative Commons-License: # #http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/at/deed.en # My Father's House - Bruce Springsteen D A D -----------|----------2--------------|--------0--------------|--------2------------2------| -----------|------3-----3------------|----2-----2------------|----3-----3------3-----3----| -----------|--------2-----2----------|------2-----2----------|------2-----2------2-----2--| --2>4-2-0--|--2>4-----------2>4-2-0--|--2-----------2>4-2-0--|--0-------------------------| -----------|-------------------------|-----------------------|---------------0------------| -----------|-------------------------|-----------------------|----------------------------|
Last night I dreamed that GI was a cDhild Out where the pines grow wild and tAall I was trDying to Gmake it home through the fDorest Before the darkAness fDalls
I heard the wind rustlingG through the tDrees And ghostly voices rose from the fiAelds I ran with my Dheart pounding dGown that broken Dpath With the devil Asnappin' at my hDeels
I broke through the trees, and tGhere in the nDight My father's house stood shining hard and brAight The brancheDs and brambles Gtore my clothes and scratched my aDrms But I ran till I fell, sAhaking in his aDrms
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I awoke and I imagined the hard Gthings that pulled us aDpart Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's heAarts I got dreDssed, and to that hGouse I did rDide From out on the road, I could see its wAindows shining in lDight
I walked up the steps and sGtood on the pDorch A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained Adoor I told her my storDy, and wGho I'd come fDor She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by tAhat name lives heDre anymore"
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My father's house shinesG hard and brDight It stands like a beacon calling me in the niAght Calling and cDalling, Gso cold and aDlone Shining 'cross this dark highway where our Asins lie unatDoned
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