Chords for Bruce Springsteen - Lost in the flood (lyrics in description)

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[C] _ Ragamuffin Gunner [D] is returning home [G] like a hungry [Bm] runaway. _ _
[C] He walks the town [D] all alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears high school [Bm] girls say.
[D] This _ countryside's burning [C] with wolfmen fairies [Em] dressed in drag for homicide.
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They [C] hit and run, [D] plead sanctuary, [G] he's the holy stone they [Bm] hide.
_ _ [C] They're breaking beams and [D]
crosses _ [G] with a spastic's real [Bm] _
_ _ imperfection.
[C] Nuns run bald [D] through Vatican halls pregnant, [G] _ plead an immaculate [Bm] conception.
_ [D] And everybody's wrecked [C] on Main Street [Em] from drinking that holy [Bm] blood.
_ _ [C] Stickers smile [D] sweet as Gunner breathes deep, [C] his [Bm] ankles [E] caked in mud.
_ _ _ And I [C] said, hey, [D] got a man [Em] that's quick sand, [C] that's quick [D] sand, that ain't [Em] mud.
Ragamuffin, [C] have you thrown [D] your [Em] sense to the war?
[C] Did you lose [D] them in the [Am] flood?
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_ _ [C] That pure American [D]
brother, _ _ [G] delight and empty [Bm] faced.
_ _ [C] Races Sundays in [D] Jersey _ in [G] a Chevy stock [Bm] Super 8.
_ [D] He rides her low on the hip, on the side [C] he's got bound for glory.
[E] In red, white, [Em] and blue [Bm] flash pain.
_ [C] He leans on the hood telling [D] racing stories.
[C] The kids [Bm] call him Jimmy [E] the same. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Well, that blazing noise, boy, [D] he's gunning that bitch [Am] loaded a blasting [Em] point.
_ He rides head first into [D] a hurricane and [Am] disappears into [Em] a point.
And [D] there's nothing left but some blood [C] where the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell.
_ [C] Just junk all across [D] the horizon, _ [C] a real [Bm] highway [E] man's farewell. _ _ _
And I said, [C] hey, kid, [D] you think [Em] that's oil? _
[C] Man, that [D] ain't oil, [E] that's blood.
[C] I wonder what [D] he was thinking when [E] he hit that storm.
[C] Was he just [Em] lost in the flood?
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_ _ [C] Eighth Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts _ [G] _ whisper in the [Bm]
air.
_ [C] Some _ storefront [D] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare.
_ [D] And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands [Em] with his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
_ _ [C] Everything stops, [D] you hear five quick [C] shots, the [Bm] cops have come up [Em] for air.
_ And now the whiz-bang [G] gang from uptown, [Am] they're shooting up the [Em] street.
_ Oh, that cat from the Bronx [G] starts letting loose, but he [Am] gets blown right off his [Em]
feet.
Oh, and some [D] kid comes blasting around the corner, [Em] but a cop puts him right [Bm] away.
He [C] lays on the street holding his leg, [D] screaming something in Spanish, [C] still [Bm] breathing when I [Em] walk away. _
_ _ And someone [C] said, hey, man, did you [Em] see that?
Yeah, the [C] body hit the street [D] with such a [Em] beautiful thud.
_ I [D] wonder what the Jew [Em] was saying.
Oh, [C] was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
But hey, [D] man, did you [Em] see that?
Blow the [C] forecast, [D] it's your [Em] mess up.
I [C] wonder [D] what they were [Em] getting into.
[C] Were they [D] just lost [Em] in the [Am] flood?
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Well, they lost, oh, [Am] _ [D] Captain's coming through.
Oh, _ [E] yeah.
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