Lost In the Flood (Live at the Hammersmith Odeon, London '75) Chords

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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] As country sides barter with wolfmen fairies,
Dressed [Em] in drag for _ [Bm] homicide. _ _
[C] They hit and run,
[D] Beneath sanctuary, _
[G] Beneath the holy stone [Bm] they hide. _ _
_ [C] Breaking beams and [D] crosses, _ _
_ _ [G] Making the midnight [Bm] connections. _
_ [C] As the sisters rumble,
[D] The church halls break,
[G] Bleeding the [Bm] immaculate conception.
_ _ [D] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street,
[Em] From drinking _ unholy blood.
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[C] The sticker smiles sweet,
[D] And Gunnar breathes deep,
[C] His [Bm] ankles in dead [E] mud. _
_ The sticker says,
_ [C] Hey [D] Gunnar, man [Em] that's quicksand,
[C] That's _
[D] quicksand, that [Em] ain't mud.
[C] Have you blown [D] your senses [Em] to the walls,
Or [C] did you lose [D] them in the [Em] [Am] flood?
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_ _ _ _ [C] That pure American brother,
[D] _ _ _ [G] Dull eyed and empty [Bm] faced.
_ _ [C] He races Sundays [D] in Jersey,
_ _ [G] In his Chevy Super [Bm] 8.
_ _ He rides [D] alone, the hip on the side he's got,
[F#] Bound for glory,
[Em] In red, white and blue [Bm] flash paint. _
[C] He leans on the hood, [D] telling racing stories.
[C] The kids [Bm] call him Jimmy the [Em] Street.
_ _ _ [Bm] _ And that [Em] blazing noise, boy,
[G] He's gunning at fist,
[Am] _ Loaded to [Em] blastin' point.
_ [B] _ _ [Em] He'd ride head first into [G] a hurricane,
And [Am] disappear into a [Em] point.
_ Cause [D] there's nothing left but blood,
Where the body fell.
There is [Em] nothing left that you [Bm] could sell. _ _
Just [C] junk all across the [D] horizon,
A [C] real [Bm] highway man's farewell.
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_ _ [D] And someone said,
[C] Hey [D] kid, you think [Em] that's oil?
_ [C] Man, that [D] ain't oil, that's [Em] blood.
_ [C] I wonder what [D] he was like [Em] when he had that storm,
[C] Or was he [D] just lost [Em] and afraid?
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_ [C] Eight Avenue sailors, [D] in satin shirts,
_ _ [G] Whisper in the [D] _
air,
[C] Some storefront _ [D] incarnation of Maria,
_ [G] She's putting on me a [Bm] stare.
_ _ [D] And Bronx's best apostle stands,
[Em] With his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
_ _ [C] Everything stops in [D] here, that quick shot,
[C] The cops [Bm] come up [Em] for air. _ _ _ _ _
And now the whiz-bang [G] gang's from uptown,
[Am] They're shooting up the street.
[Em] _ _
That cab from the Bronx starts [G] letting loose,
But [Am] gets blown right off the [Em] street. _ _
[D] Some kid comes blastin' around the corner, _
[Em] But a cop puts him [Bm] right away. _
[C] He lays on the street holding his leg,
[D] Screaming something Spanish.
[C] Still breathing [Bm] while I walk that [Em] way.
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_ And someone said,
[C] _ [D] Hey, did you [Em] see that?
His body [C] hit the street with [D] such a beautiful [E] thud.
I [C] wonder [D] what that new [Em] one's saying,
_ [C] Or was he [D] just lost [Em] and afraid?
_ _ [C] _ _ [D] Man, [Em] did you see that?
[C] Them cats are [D] sure [Em] messed up.
_ _ [C] I wonder [D] what they was getting [Em] into,
_ [C] Or were they [D] just lost [Em] and [Am] in the [D] mud?
_ _ Oh, _ _ [Em] said, _ _ _
[Am] Oh, were [D] they lost? _ _ _
[Am] [Em] We're lost, _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ we're lost, [D] we're lost, we're lost.
We can step, [Em] step, _ _ step, step, [Am] step, _
[D] step, step, step, step.
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