Native Son chords by John Hiatt

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSrcnGvuqxo

[Intro]
Em C Em C G C G
Em C Em C G C G


[Verse]
           Em    C Em C           G  C G
You finally found the mainstream   In the middle of your life
         Em   C      Em        C     G   C G
You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you're locked up tight
         Em     C Em C        G  C G
Tearing down the middle of it   Cut it right in half
            Em      C    Em     C     G  C G
Bobbing up and down the waves like a runaway slave on a Huck Finn raft

[Chorus]
     Em  C     Em
Take your wife Take your family
  C     G  C G           Em
And Take your gun   Running through the woods
C            Em    C      G   C G
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
         Em  C        Em
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
   C      G   C G                 Em
'Til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood
C         Em        C   G  C G
You'll be spilling blood just like a native son


[Verse]
        Em  C Em C          G   C G
Where you gonna run to   there ain't no underground
         Em    C       Em
If only you could fly you'd cut across the sky
    C   G   C G          Em  C Em
Like a rifle round   oh, who are your people
    C       G    C G                Em
Tell me where is your homeland   'Cause they're dying side by side
    C    Em        C        G   C G
At the river of pride  where we tried to take a stand


[Chorus]
     Em  C     Em
Take your wife Take your family
  C     G  C G           Em
And Take your gun   Running through the woods
C            Em    C      G   C G
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
         Em  C        Em
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
   C      G   C G                 Em
'Til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood
C         Em        C   G  C G
You'll be spilling blood just like a native son
     Em  C     Em
Take your wife Take your family
  C     G  C G           Em
And Take your gun   Running through the woods
C            Em    C      G   C G
And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone
         Em  C        Em
A member of your tribe a Place you can hide
   C      G   C G                 Em
'Til the war has begun   'Cause in the fields before the flood
C         Em        C   G  C G
You'll be spilling blood just like a native son
             Em
In the fields before the flood
C         Em        C   G  C G
You'll be spilling blood just like a native son