Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - My Fathers House

SONG:   MY FATHER'S HOUSE (ACOUSTIC)  
ARTIST: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/8zdloteRZr4
        Song begins at 2:00
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

            MY FATHER'S HOUSE (ACOUSTIC)   
                 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

NOTE: In this version Bruce Springsteen plays
      a 12 string guitar capoed at the 2nd fret.

CAPO: 2nd FRET

Played on a 12 string guitar 

Well, last night I dreamed that 
  I was a child

Out where the pines grow 
Wild and tall

I was trying to 
  Make it home through the forest

Before the dar-ar-arkness falls

I heard the wind rustling 
  Through the trees

And ghostly voices 
Rose from the fields

I ran with my heart pounding 
Down that broken path

With the dev-il-il 
At my heels

I broke through the trees, and 
  There in the night

My father's house stood 
Shining hard and bright

The branches and brambles 
Tore my clothes and scratched my arms

I ran till I fell, 
Shaking in his arms 

INSTRUMENTAL:

I awoke and I imagined 
The hard things that pulled us apart

Would never again, sir, 
Tear us from each other's hearts

I got dressed, 
And to that house I did ride

From out on the road, 
I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and 
I stood on the porch

A woman I didn't recognize 
Came and spoke to me through a chained door

I told her my story, 
And who I'd come for

She said "I'm sorry, son, 
But no one by that name lives here anymore"

Now my father's house shines 
Hard and bright

It stands like a beacon 
Calling me in the night

Calling and calling, 
  So cold and alone

Shining 'cross this dark highway 
Where our sins 
Lie unatoned

===================== CAPO: NONE ======================

SONG:   MY FATHER'S HOUSE (ACOUSTIC)  
ARTIST: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/8zdloteRZr4
        Song begins at 2:00
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM

            MY FATHER'S HOUSE (ACOUSTIC)   
                 BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

CAPO: NONE

Played on a 12 string guitar 

Well, last night I dreamed that 
  I was a child

Out where the pines grow 
Wild and tall

I was trying to 
  Make it home through the forest

Before the dar-ar-arkness falls

I heard the wind rustling 
  Through the trees

And ghostly voices 
Rose from the fields

I ran with my heart pounding 
Down that broken path

With the dev-il-il 
At my heels

I broke through the trees, and 
  There in the night

My father's house stood 
Shining hard and bright

The branches and brambles 
Tore my clothes and scratched my arms

I ran till I fell, 
Shaking in his arms 

INSTRUMENTAL:

I awoke and I imagined 
The hard things that pulled us apart

Would never again, sir, 
Tear us from each other's hearts

I got dressed, 
And to that house I did ride

From out on the road, 
I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and 
I stood on the porch

A woman I didn't recognize 
Came and spoke to me through a chained door

I told her my story, 
And who I'd come for

She said "I'm sorry, son, 
But no one by that name lives here anymore"

Now my father's house shines 
Hard and bright

It stands like a beacon 
Calling me in the night

Calling and calling, 
  So cold and alone

Shining 'cross this dark highway 
Where our sins 
Lie unatoned