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| D/F# | G | D/A | |
| Well he m | ade his way b | ack to the ol | d town, |
| D/F# | G | Asus | A | |
| And everything lo | oked just the sam | e, |
| Em | Bm | |
| The sh | ops and the schools and the f | actories were there, |
| Csus2 | Asus | A | |
| But so | mehow the faces had ch | anged. |
| D/F# | G | D/A | |
| So he w | ent for a wa | lk in the hig | h street, |
| D/F# | G | Asus | A | |
| Took his coat off and | rolled up his sleeve | s, |
| Em | Bm | |
| He th | ought of his father and his f | ather before him, |
| Csus2 | Asus | A | |
| And how | he was the first one to le | ave. |
| D/F# | G | D/A | |
| Well he d | idn't come he | re for forgiv | eness, |
| D/F# | G | Asus | A | |
| There i | sn't a lo | t they can s | ay, |
| Bb | C | |
| Cause I re | member the reasons he f | irst ran away. |
| CHORUS: |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | Gsus | |
| He's a r | ebel, |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | Gsus | |
| Just a r | ebel, |
| D5 | D5/E | |
| Got his b | ack to the w | all, |
| D5/F# | Gsus | |
| Gonna fig | ht till he falls, |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | |
| He's a r | ebel. |
| Don't ever look back - don't surrender, |
| The old men say they've seen it before, |
| Oh they drink their beer and they talk about friends, |
| Who didn't come back from the war. |
| Don't say he's too young to remember, |
| Don't tell him what's wrong or what's right, |
| Just give him a chance to get out there and fight. |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | Gsus | |
| He's a r | ebel, |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | Gsus | |
| Just a r | ebel, |
| D5 | D5/E | |
| All the b | attles are w | on, |
| D5/F# | Gsus | |
| But he's st | ill on the run, |
| D5 | D5/E | D5/F# | Gsus | |
| He's a r | ebel. |
| BRIDGE: |
| Asus | A | |
| When it comes time for lea | vin', |
| Asus | A | |
| Don't stand in my wa | y, |
| Em | G | |
| There's nothin' left for me here, |
| Asus | A | Asus | A | D9 | Dsus | D9 | Dsus | |
| Gonna run - run a | way. |
| In the morning he walks passed the old house, |
| In the rain under grey northern skies, |
| There's a new coat of paint on the front garden gate, |
| But there's more there than first meets the eye. |
| For a moment he stands undecided, |
| Looking back on the days of his youth, |
| As two worlds collide in a moment of truth. |
| CHORUS |