There's blood in the str[Gm]eets it's up to my ankles,[C] [Bb]
[Gm]Blood in the streets it's [C]up to my kne[Bb]e;
[Gm]Blood in the streets, the [C]town of Chicag[Bb]o.
[Gm]Blood on the rise, it's f[C]ollowing [Bb]me.
[Gm] [C] [Bb]
[Gm]Just about the break of d[C]ay.[Bb]
[Em] She came, then she [G]drove away,
[F#m]Sunlight in her h[A]air.
[Gm]Blood on the streets runs a [C]river of sad[Bb]ness.
[Gm]Blood in the streets, it's [C]up to my thig[Bb]h.
The [Gm]river runs down the l[C]egs of the [Bb]city;
The [Gm]women are crying red [C]rivers of wee[Bb]ping.
[Em] She came in town and then she [G]drove away,
[F#m]Sunlight in her ha[A]ir.
[Ab]
[B]
Guitar Solo:
Em Em Em Em Em, Em, Em-Em-Em-Em
(Gm C)x6
N.C.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway.
Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
[(D7)]
[Gm]Blood in the st[C]reets o[Bb]f the
[Gm]town of New H[C]aven;[Bb]
[Gm]Blood stains the [C]roofs and [Bb]the
[Gm]palm trees of Venice[C]. [Bb]
[Gm]Blood in my [C]love in [Bb]the [Gm]terrible [C]sum[Bb]mer;
[Gm]Bloody red su[C]n of [Bb]fan - [Gm]tastic L.A.[C] [Bb]
[Gm]Blood screams her brain as they [C]chop off her fin[Bb]gers.
[Gm]Blood will be born in the [C]birth of a na[Bb]tion;
[Gm]Blood is the rose of [C]mysteriou[Bb]s [Gm]union.[C] [Bb]
There's [Gm]blood in the streets it's [C]up to my an[Bb]kles,
[Gm]Blood in the streets it's [C]up to my kne[Bb]e;
[Gm]Blood in the streets, the [C]town of Chicag[Bb]o.
[Gm]Blood on the rise, it's f[C]ollowing [Bb]me.
[Gm] [C] [Fmaj7]
[Gm]Blood in the streets it's [C]up to my kne[Bb]e;
[Gm]Blood in the streets, the [C]town of Chicag[Bb]o.
[Gm]Blood on the rise, it's f[C]ollowing [Bb]me.
[Gm] [C] [Bb]
[Gm]Just about the break of d[C]ay.[Bb]
[Em] She came, then she [G]drove away,
[F#m]Sunlight in her h[A]air.
[Gm]Blood on the streets runs a [C]river of sad[Bb]ness.
[Gm]Blood in the streets, it's [C]up to my thig[Bb]h.
The [Gm]river runs down the l[C]egs of the [Bb]city;
The [Gm]women are crying red [C]rivers of wee[Bb]ping.
[Em] She came in town and then she [G]drove away,
[F#m]Sunlight in her ha[A]ir.
[Ab]
[B]
Guitar Solo:
Em Em Em Em Em, Em, Em-Em-Em-Em
(Gm C)x6
N.C.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway.
Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
[(D7)]
[Gm]Blood in the st[C]reets o[Bb]f the
[Gm]town of New H[C]aven;[Bb]
[Gm]Blood stains the [C]roofs and [Bb]the
[Gm]palm trees of Venice[C]. [Bb]
[Gm]Blood in my [C]love in [Bb]the [Gm]terrible [C]sum[Bb]mer;
[Gm]Bloody red su[C]n of [Bb]fan - [Gm]tastic L.A.[C] [Bb]
[Gm]Blood screams her brain as they [C]chop off her fin[Bb]gers.
[Gm]Blood will be born in the [C]birth of a na[Bb]tion;
[Gm]Blood is the rose of [C]mysteriou[Bb]s [Gm]union.[C] [Bb]
There's [Gm]blood in the streets it's [C]up to my an[Bb]kles,
[Gm]Blood in the streets it's [C]up to my kne[Bb]e;
[Gm]Blood in the streets, the [C]town of Chicag[Bb]o.
[Gm]Blood on the rise, it's f[C]ollowing [Bb]me.
[Gm] [C] [Fmaj7]
