Prophet

Words and Music by Jude. 



Tab by Emmanuel Curet and Andy Stenz.

************* PLEASE NOTE *************

This file is the author's own work and represents their 

interpretation of the song. You may only use this file 

for private study, scholarship, or research.



D   000232

Am  002210

G7  320001

Em  022000



Em		    G	   D	      Am

  I guess I make my way OK, I guess I do

Em 	    G	    D	     Am

  I guess I get by, just like you

Em		   G		D		Am

  I'm keeping to myself though,   if you don't mind

Em		  G	    D	  Am

  I don't want to leave any fingerprints 



Em		G		D	Am

Moving down the boulevard, the walk of fame

Em		     G				 D

The Japanese they're up against it trying to match their hand sizes 

Am

with the household names

		  G				D		  Am

And I just try to bob and weave and keep from bumping into furry fairy

 prostitutes

    Em 			  G	     D		   Am	   Em

And make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside outside news and

	    G			   Em

I remember when I first had come to town

		 G			    Em

And you suggested that I kneel and kiss the ground 

	 G		     D  Am

You were such a prophet then to me



Em	G Em G Em G		D      Am

And you........ you're nothing to me 



(same chords than 1st verse) 



Nobody wants to help when you start with a please

To supplicate is not the way you've got to put the other man down on his

knees

But that's not why I arrived, no that was not the reason

Don't mind if I retire from a town without one just like a season. . . 



I remember when I first had come to town

And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground 

You were such a prophet then to me

And you, you're nothing to me 



(bridge)

Am	   G7		

  Waltzing slowly in

Am	 G7	     Am		G7	Am    Am	

Counter time to your piercing cameras before me

Moving closer I've

Come to know that there's nothing in there to show me 



Pretty good show she said

I kinda like your style

Well, maybe we could go to bed and I could help you run the three-minute

mile

But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta learn to fake the smiles

She was a piece of past her prime real estate a late great tit

turnstile. . . 



I remember when I first had come to town

And you suggested I kneel and kiss the ground 

You were such a prophet then, to me

And you, you're nothing to me

I remember when