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
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bruce_springsteen/lost_in_the_flood_crd.html )
[D]The raga[C]muffin gunner is return[D]in' home like a hu[G]ngry runaway[Bm7]
He w[C]alks through town all al[D]one
He must be from the fort [G]he hears the high school girls [Bm]say
His [D]countryside's burnin' with wolf[D/C]man fairies dressed in d[Em]rag for homicid[Bm]e
The h[C]it and run, plead san[D]ctuary, `neath a h[G]oly stone they hi[Bm]de
They're [C]breakin' beams and cros[D]ses with a s[G]pastic's reelin' perfe[Bm]ction
[C]Nuns run bald through [D]Vatican halls pregnant, p[G]leadin' immaculate conception[Bm]
And [D]everybody's wrec[D/C]ked on Main Street from dri[Em]nking unholy blood[Bm]
[C]Sticker smiles sweet as g[D]unner breathes deep, his a[C]nkles ca[Bm]ked in m[Em]ud
And I said "[C]Hey gunner m[D]an that's q[Em]uicksand, that's [C]quicksand t[D]hat ain't m[Em]ud
Have you throw[C]n your sen[D]ses to[Em] the war or did you l[C]ose them in t[D]he 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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Compiled by
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Lou@phantom.com
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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
( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/b/bruce_springsteen/lost_in_the_flood_crd.html )
[D]The raga[C]muffin gunner is return[D]in' home like a hu[G]ngry runaway[Bm7]
He w[C]alks through town all al[D]one
He must be from the fort [G]he hears the high school girls [Bm]say
His [D]countryside's burnin' with wolf[D/C]man fairies dressed in d[Em]rag for homicid[Bm]e
The h[C]it and run, plead san[D]ctuary, `neath a h[G]oly stone they hi[Bm]de
They're [C]breakin' beams and cros[D]ses with a s[G]pastic's reelin' perfe[Bm]ction
[C]Nuns run bald through [D]Vatican halls pregnant, p[G]leadin' immaculate conception[Bm]
And [D]everybody's wrec[D/C]ked on Main Street from dri[Em]nking unholy blood[Bm]
[C]Sticker smiles sweet as g[D]unner breathes deep, his a[C]nkles ca[Bm]ked in m[Em]ud
And I said "[C]Hey gunner m[D]an that's q[Em]uicksand, that's [C]quicksand t[D]hat ain't m[Em]ud
Have you throw[C]n your sen[D]ses to[Em] the war or did you l[C]ose them in t[D]he 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
------------------------------------------------------------------------
HTML Conversion script by:
Simon.Brownlee@cen.jrc.it
Simon Brownlee, MTV, TP440, IRSA, JRC, 21020-ISPRA(VA) ITALY
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