Bruce Springsteen

Lost In The Flood

Bruce Springsteen

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Lost In The Flood

	  		LOST IN THE FLOOD from Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. 


INTRO:  Em  D 


    C                    D                     G             Bm 
The ragamuffin gunner is 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/C                        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/C              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? 


OUTRO:  D  Am  Em     Em  Am  D 
        D  Am  Em     Em  Am  D 
        D  Am  Em     Em  Am  D 
        D  Am  Em     Em  Am  D 
        D  Am  Em     Em  Am  D 
		  

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