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Lost In The Flood - Bruce Springsteen



Intro: Em



D       C                     D                 G            Bm7

The ragamuffin gunner’s returnin' home like a hungry runaway

    C                       D

He walks through town all alone

                         G                              Bm

He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

    D                              D                       Em             Bm

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

     C                    D                 G                Bm

The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide

        C                      D           G                     Bm

They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

C                     D                        G                            Bm

Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

    D               D                          Em                  Bm    

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

C                        D                         C       Bm      Em

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

            C           D          Em               C          D          Em

And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

              C         D     Em                   C            D          Em Am D

Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"





     C             D             G                    Bm

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

C                D           G                 Bm

Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

             D                                    D/C

He rides her low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory 

   Em                        Bm

In red, white and blue flash paint

   C                         D                   C             Bm        Em    D

He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

          Em                        G                  Am                       Em

Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

                           G                 Am                Em

He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

            D                                     D/C

And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

         Em                          Bm

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

     C                   D               C      Bm        Em

Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

           C            D            Em        C          D          Em

And I said Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood

  C                  D                Em 

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

   C           D           Em    Am  D  D  Am  Em

Or was he just lost in the flood?





       C                 D            G                 Bm

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

     C               D                      G                 Bm

Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

    D             D/C                    Em                  Bm

And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware

C                          D                      C         Bm     Em

Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

            Em                   G               Am              Em 

And now the whizz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

                                   G  

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

            Am                  Em

but he gets blown right off his feet

         D                            D/C          Em                  Bm

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

   C                                            D

He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

      C              Bm        Em

Still breathing when I walked away

                  C       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 up

  C           D                 Em       C                  D           Em  Am  D

I wonder what they were getting into, or were they all just lost in the flood?





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