Lost in the Flood Bruce Springsteen
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Standard Tuning
No Capo
Intro: Em
[D]The raga[C]muffin gunner is return[D]in' home like a hu[G]ngry runaway[Bm7]
He w[C]alks through town all al[D]one
He must be from the fort [G]he hears the high school girls [Bm]say
His [D]countryside's burnin' with wolf[D/C]man fairies dressed in d[Em]rag for homic[Bm]ide
The h[C]it and run, plead san[D]ctuary, `neath a h[G]oly stone they hi[Bm]de
They're [C]breakin' beams and cros[D]ses with a s[G]pastic's reelin' perfe[Bm]ction
[C]Nuns run bald through [D]Vatican halls pregnant, p[G]leadin' immaculate
conceptio[Bm]n
And [D]everybody's wrec[D/C]ked on Main Street from dri[Em]nking unholy blood[Bm]
[C]Sticker smiles sweet as g[D]unner breathes deep, his a[C]nkles ca[Bm]ked in m[Em]ud
And I said "[C]Hey gunner m[D]an that's q[Em]uicksand, that's [C]quicksand t[D]hat ain't
[Em]
[mud]
Have you throw[C]n your sen[D]ses to[Em] the war or did you l[C]ose them in t[D]he flood?" ...
.... Em Am D
Additional Lyrics:
[C]That pure Ameri[D]can brother, dull-e[G]yed and empty-fac[Bm]ed
Races S[C]undays in Jer[D]sey in a Che[G]vy stock super eigh[Bm]t
He ri[D]des `er low on the hip, on the s[D/C]ide he's got Bound For Glory in r[Em]ed,
White and blue flash pai[Bm]nt
He lea[C]ns on the hood telling rac[D]ing stories, the ki[C]ds call him Jim[Bm]my The
Sain[Em]t
Well the [Em]blaze and noise boy, he's g[G]unnin' that [Am]bitch loaded to blastin'
poin[Em]t
He rides head first into a [G]hurricane and dis[Am]appears into a poin[Em]t
And there's [D]nothin' left but some blood where the b[D/C]ody fell
That is, [Em]nothin' left that you could [Bm]sell
[C]Just junk all across[D] the horizon, a [C]real hig[Bm]hwayman's [Em]farewell
And he said "[C]Hey kid, you t[D]hink that's [Em]oil? Man, [C]that ain't [D]oil that's
[Em]blood"
I [C]wonder what he was t[D]hinking when he [Em]hit that storm
Or w[C]as he just l[D]ost in the [Em]flood?
[Am] [D] [D] [Am] [Em]
Eighth [C]Avenue sailors in [D]satin shirts [B]whisper in the air[Bm]
Some [C]storefront incar[D]nation of Maria, she's p[G]uttin' on me the [Bm]stare
And [D]Bronx's best a[D/C]postle stands with his [Em]hand on his own hard[Bm] ware
[C]Everything stops, you hear [D]five, quick shots, the [C]cops come [Bm]up for a[Em]ir
And now the [Em]whiz-bang gang from [G]uptown, they're s[Am]hootin' up the [Em]street
And that cat from the Bronx starts [G]lettin' loose
but he gets [Am]blown right off his [Em]feet
And some [D]kid comes blastin' round the [D/C]corner but a [Em]cop puts him right [Bm]away
He l[C]ays on the street holding his leg screaming [D]something in Spanish
Still [C]breathing when [Bm]I walked a[Em]way
And somebody said "[C]Hey man [D]did you see [Em]that?
His body hit the [C]street with such a [D]beautiful [Em]thud"
I [C]wonder what the [D]dude was sayin[Em]' or [C]was he just [D]lost in the [Em]flood?
[C]Hey man, [D]did you see [Em]that, those [C]poor cats are [D]sure messed [Em]up
I [C]wonder what [D]they were gettin' [Em]into, or [C]were they just [D]lost in the [Em]flood?
[Am] [D] [D] [Am] [Em] [Em] [Am] [D]
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