Intro: EmD C D G Bm7 The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runawayC D He walks through town all aloneG Bm He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls sayD D/C Em Bm His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicideC D G Bm The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hideC D G Bm They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfectionC D G Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculateBm conceptionD D/C Em Bm And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy bloodC D C Bm Em Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mudC D Em C D And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain'tEm mudC D Em C D Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ....... Em Am D Additional Lyrics:C D G Bm That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-facedC D G Bm Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eightD D/C Em He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red,Bm White and blue flash paintC D C Bm He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy TheEm SaintEm G Am Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin'Em pointG Am Em He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a pointD D/C And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fellEm Bm That is, nothin' left that you could sellC D C Bm Em Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewellC D Em C D And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that'sEm blood"C D Em I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that stormC D Em Or was he just lost in the flood?Am D D Am EmC D G Bm Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the airC D G Bm Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stareD D/C Em Bm And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard wareC D C Bm Em Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for airEm G Am Em And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the streetG And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' looseAm Em but he gets blown right off his feetD D/C Em Bm And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right awayC D He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in SpanishC Bm Em Still breathing when I walked awayC D Em And somebody said "Hey man did you see that?C D Em His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"C D Em C D Em I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?C D Em C D Em Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed upC D Em C D Em I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
Lost In The Flood
Bruce Springsteen
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