Richfield Whistle chords by Bruce Springsteen

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: Eb

N.C. = No chords
* = Strum once

Verse 1:
D                             A             D
My name is James Lucas, I was born in Remington
                                     A               D
And paroled from Richfield Prison in the winter of '81
      G                                                 D
I was freed on the streets of Indiana, I'd just turned 32
                                      A                    D
Same man with nowhere left to run, no different, sir, than you

Verse 2:
                                            A                  D
Me and Pat, we married in the spring, moved in with her Ma and Pa
                                                A                D
On our wedding night she sighed, "Jimmy, we can have anything we want."
       G                                                           D
It was for those things we wanted, we worked as hard as two people could
                                     A            D
But somehow in the end, mister, this didn't do no good

Verse 3:
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The prison got me driving delivery for Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside
                                              A              D
Well I started loading a little extra and I'd sell it on the side
         G                                                D
I didn't like what I was doing, I didn't lose no sleep at night
                                         A                D
Mr. Wills he was a rich man, he'd been a rich man all his life

Verse 4:
                                             A                   D
I was on the loading dock one evening when I heard the warehouse phone
                                                   A                          D
A dispatcher said, "Jim, they wanna see you in the front office before you go home."
    G                                                                           D
All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand, I could send you back to Richfield fast.
                                             A             D
If you needed some extra money, Jim, all you had to do was ask."

[Interlude]
| D Dsus4 | D Dsus4 |
| Dsus2 D | Dsus2 D |
| Asus4 A7sus4 | Asus4 A7sus4 |
| Dsus2 D | Dsus2 D |

Verse 5:
D                                                A                         D
Well that night me and Pat we had a fight, I was out driving 'round in the rain
                                               A                 D
With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas and ten dollars to my name
  G                                                 D
I passed a deserted liquor store way out on Highway One
                                                       A              D
I turned and pulled into that parking lot, got out but I let my motor run

Verse 6:
                                   A                D
Well I stood looking in the window for a long, long while
                                              A                   D
When I walked in the man behind the register, he looked at me and smiled
        G                                                                   D
"That's some weather we're having out there. Can I help you find something, friend?"
                                            A            D
I didn't answer, I just stood there, then I turned and I went

Verse 7:
                                               A                    D
I don't know how long I sat in my driveway, my shirt was covered in sweat
                                       A                  D
The house was dark when I went in, Pat was lying awake in bed
            G
She hit the light, I was standing in the doorway.
                                            D
She said, "I was worried, where you been so long?"
                                             A                  D*
I felt her arms around me, she said, "Jimmy, I'm so glad you're home."

Verse 8:
N.C.      D                                      A                D
Richfield Prison stands on a high hill where the county line runs out
                                                       A             D
There's a whistle that blows every time a man comes in or a man gets out
   G                                                          D
At night we lay wrapped in each other's arms listening to the rain
                                             A             D
I heard that Richfield whistle blowing, just blowing in my dreams

Outro:
| D Dsus4 | D Dsus4 |
| Dsus2 D | Dsus2 D |
| Asus4 A7sus4 | Asus4 A7sus4 |
| Dsus2 D* Dsus4* |
| Dsus2 D* Dsus4* |

| D Dsus4 | D Dsus4 |
| Dsus2 D | Dsus2 D |
| Asus4 A7sus4 | Asus4 A7sus4 |
| D Dsus4 | D Dsus4 |

[Fade Out]
| D Dsus4 | D Dsus4 |
| Dsus2 D | Dsus2 D |