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Bruce - Lost In The Flood guitar tab

Subject: CRDS:Springsteen - Lost in the flood

This is an old Springsteen Tune. Just putting my .02 cents in, to a group

which has helped me a great deal.

LOST IN THE FLOOD

Words and Music by: Bruce Springsteen

Released on: Greetings from Asbury Park - N.J. - 1973

Intro: Em

D C D G Bm7

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

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

.... Em Am D

Additional Lyrics:

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

Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white

and blue flash paint

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

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

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

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

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

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

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

I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm

Or was he just lost in the flood?

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

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

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

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

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

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off

his feet

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

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

Still breathing when I walked away

And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such

a beautiful thud"

I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?

Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

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Extracted from: Complete Collection of Springsteen Lyrics - July 4, 1994

Compiled by

Louis Puccio

Lou@phantom.com

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