Biography:
Chuck Prophet (born Charles William Prophet on 28 June 1963) is an American singer-songwriter, guitarist and producer. Based in San Francisco, Prophet initially gained recognition as the youngest member of 80's college rock stalwarts Green on Red, with whom he was featured on numerous albums and touring lineups. In the early 1990s, as Green on Red faded to black, Prophet began performing with his future wife Stefanie Finch and releasing independent records on a variety of small labels.
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Other songs:
- Apology
- Countrified Inner City Technological Man
- Dyin All Young
- Ford Econoline
- Guilty As A Saint
- Laughing On The Inside
- Lonely Desolation
- Love Is The Only Thing
- No Other Love
- Pin A Rose On Me
- Post
- Summertime Thing
- The Left Hand And The Right Hand
- They Dont Know About Me And You
- We Got Up And Played
- Willie Mays Is Up At Bat
- Wish Me Luck
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Now I don’t have a father anymore
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Oh when the moon is rising up behind the pyramids
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There used to be a subway right above your head
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My father played for the passers-by on his violin
A G#m F#m E
He burned that box for firewood and he laid his burden down
D A E Esus E
Now I don’t have a father anymore
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You can take your Norman Rockwells and your teenage billionaires
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With their panic rooms and time machines and vintage rocking chairs
A G#m F#m E
Oh when the moon is rising up behind the pyramids
D A E Esus E
We could be in heaven or in hell
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You could be my savior... I could be yours too
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They say the race is over but they don’t know about me and you
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They don’t know about me and you
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She taught me how to take a punch and I’ve taken more than my share
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Oh but you could be my savior... I could be yours too
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Chugo Tovar
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