The Wall Bruce Springsteen
Unreleased, Live November 16 2005 version
Ciga[G]rettes and a bottle of [D]beer, this [G]poem that I wrote [D]for you
This black [G]stone and these hard [D]tears they're [G]all I've got left now [D]of you
I re[Bm]member you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out [D]party
I've read [Bm]Robert McNamara, he says he's [D]sorry
Yeah, you and your [G]boots and black t-[D]shirt, oh, [G]Billy you looked so [D]bad
Yeah [G]you and your rock and roll [D]band was the [G]best thing this shit town ever [D]had
Now the [Bm]men that put you here eat with their families in rich [D]dining halls
And ap[Bm]ology and forgiveness got no place here at [D]all, here at the wall
I'm [G]sorry that I missed you last [D]year, I couldn't [G]find no one to [D]drive me
If your [G]eyes could cut through that black [D]stone, tell me [G]would they recog[D]nize me
For the [Bm]living time it must be served, life [D]goes on
Ciga[Bm]rettes and a bottle of beer and skin on [D]black stone
| G | G | G | D | G | G | G | D | D |
High school [G]pictures and paper [D]flowers, there's [G]ribbons as red as t[D]he blood
Yeah as the [G]blood you spilled[D] in the [G]Central Highlands m[D]ud
Now the l[Bm]imousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the [D]rain falls
A[Bm]pology and forgiveness got no place here [D]at all
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