Lost In The Flood Chords by Bruce Springsteen
Tempo:
133.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
C
Em
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[C] Ragamuffin Gary's [D] returning home [G] like a hungry runaway.
[Bm]
[C] He walks through town all [D] alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears the high school [Bm] girls say.
[D] This countryside's burning with [C] wolfmen fairies [Em] dressed in drag for homicide.
[Bm]
They [C] hit and run, plead [D]
sanctuary, he's [G] the holy stone they [Bm]
hide.
[C] They're breaking beams and [D] crosses with a [G]
spastic's real [Bm] imperfection.
[C]
Nuns run bald [D] through Vatican halls pregnant, plead an immaculate [Bm] conception.
[D] And everybody's wrecked on [C] Main Street [Em] from drinking that holy [Bm]
blood.
[C] Stickers smile [D] sweet as gunner breeze deep, [C] his [Bm] ankles caked [E] in mud.
And I said, [C] hey, [D] gotta man, [E] that's quicksand, [Em] that's [C] quicksand, that [Em] ain't mud.
Ragamuffin, [C] have you [D] thrown your sense [Em] to the war?
[C] Did you lose them in the [Em]
flood?
[D]
That [C] pure American [D] brother, [G] dull-eyed and empty-faced,
[Bm]
[C] races Sundays [D] in Jersey [G] in a Chevy stock Super [Bm] 8.
He [D] rides her low in the hip, on the side he's [C] got bound for glory.
[E] In red, white, and [Em] blue flash [Bm] pain, [C] he leans on the hood telling [D] racing stories.
The [C] kids call [Bm] him Jimmy [E] the same.
[D] Well, [Em] that blazing noise, boy, he's [D] gunning that bitch [Am]
loaded to blasting point.
[Em] He rides headfirst [D] into a hurricane and [Am] disappears into a [Em] point.
And there's [D] nothing left but some blood where [C] the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell.
Just [C] junk all across the [D] horizon, [C] a real [Bm] highwayman's [E] farewell.
And I [C] said, hey, kid, you [D] think that's [Em] oil?
Man, that [D] ain't oil, [E] that's blood.
[C] I wonder what he was [D] thinking when he [E] hit that storm.
[C] Was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[D]
[E]
Eighth [C] Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts [G]
whisper in the [Bm] air.
[C] Some storefront [D] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare.
[D] And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands with [Em] his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
[C] Everything stops, you [D] hear five quick shots, the cops have [Bm] come up for [Em] air.
And now the whiz-bang gang from [G] uptown, [Am] they're shooting up the [Em] street.
Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts [G] letting loose, [Am] but he gets blown right off his [Em] feet.
Oh, and some [D] kid comes blasting around the corner, but a [Em] cop puts him right [Bm] away.
He [C] lays on the street holding his leg, screaming [D] something in Spanish.
Still breathing [Bm] when I walk [Em] away.
And someone [C] said, hey, man, did you [Em] see that?
His body hit [C] the street with [D] such a beautiful [Em] thud.
[C] I wonder [D] what the dude was [Em] saying.
Or [C]
was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[C] But hey, man, [D] did you [Em] see that?
Oh, [C] the forecast is so messed [Em] up.
I [C] wonder what [D] they were [Em] getting into.
Or were [C] they all just lost in the flood?
[D]
[Em]
Pull it up.
[D]
Tell me, Bronx, where are [E] they now?
[Em] [D] [Em]
[D]
[Em]
[D]
[Em]
[D]
[N]
[C] Ragamuffin Gary's [D] returning home [G] like a hungry runaway.
[Bm]
[C] He walks through town all [D] alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears the high school [Bm] girls say.
[D] This countryside's burning with [C] wolfmen fairies [Em] dressed in drag for homicide.
[Bm]
They [C] hit and run, plead [D]
sanctuary, he's [G] the holy stone they [Bm]
hide.
[C] They're breaking beams and [D] crosses with a [G]
spastic's real [Bm] imperfection.
[C]
Nuns run bald [D] through Vatican halls pregnant, plead an immaculate [Bm] conception.
[D] And everybody's wrecked on [C] Main Street [Em] from drinking that holy [Bm]
blood.
[C] Stickers smile [D] sweet as gunner breeze deep, [C] his [Bm] ankles caked [E] in mud.
And I said, [C] hey, [D] gotta man, [E] that's quicksand, [Em] that's [C] quicksand, that [Em] ain't mud.
Ragamuffin, [C] have you [D] thrown your sense [Em] to the war?
[C] Did you lose them in the [Em]
flood?
[D]
That [C] pure American [D] brother, [G] dull-eyed and empty-faced,
[Bm]
[C] races Sundays [D] in Jersey [G] in a Chevy stock Super [Bm] 8.
He [D] rides her low in the hip, on the side he's [C] got bound for glory.
[E] In red, white, and [Em] blue flash [Bm] pain, [C] he leans on the hood telling [D] racing stories.
The [C] kids call [Bm] him Jimmy [E] the same.
[D] Well, [Em] that blazing noise, boy, he's [D] gunning that bitch [Am]
loaded to blasting point.
[Em] He rides headfirst [D] into a hurricane and [Am] disappears into a [Em] point.
And there's [D] nothing left but some blood where [C] the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell.
Just [C] junk all across the [D] horizon, [C] a real [Bm] highwayman's [E] farewell.
And I [C] said, hey, kid, you [D] think that's [Em] oil?
Man, that [D] ain't oil, [E] that's blood.
[C] I wonder what he was [D] thinking when he [E] hit that storm.
[C] Was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[D]
[E]
Eighth [C] Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts [G]
whisper in the [Bm] air.
[C] Some storefront [D] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare.
[D] And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands with [Em] his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
[C] Everything stops, you [D] hear five quick shots, the cops have [Bm] come up for [Em] air.
And now the whiz-bang gang from [G] uptown, [Am] they're shooting up the [Em] street.
Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts [G] letting loose, [Am] but he gets blown right off his [Em] feet.
Oh, and some [D] kid comes blasting around the corner, but a [Em] cop puts him right [Bm] away.
He [C] lays on the street holding his leg, screaming [D] something in Spanish.
Still breathing [Bm] when I walk [Em] away.
And someone [C] said, hey, man, did you [Em] see that?
His body hit [C] the street with [D] such a beautiful [Em] thud.
[C] I wonder [D] what the dude was [Em] saying.
Or [C]
was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[C] But hey, man, [D] did you [Em] see that?
Oh, [C] the forecast is so messed [Em] up.
I [C] wonder what [D] they were [Em] getting into.
Or were [C] they all just lost in the flood?
[D]
[Em]
Pull it up.
[D]
Tell me, Bronx, where are [E] they now?
[Em] [D] [Em]
[D]
[Em]
[D]
[Em]
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
C
Em
Bm
G
D
C
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [C] _ _ Ragamuffin Gary's [D] returning home [G] like a hungry runaway.
[Bm] _
_ _ [C] He walks through town all [D] alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears the high school [Bm] girls say.
[D] This _ countryside's burning with [C] wolfmen fairies [Em] dressed in drag for homicide.
_ [Bm] _ _
They [C] hit and run, plead [D] _
sanctuary, he's [G] the holy stone they [Bm]
hide.
_ _ [C] They're breaking beams and [D] crosses _ _ with a [G] _
spastic's real [Bm] _ _ imperfection.
_ [C]
Nuns run bald [D] through Vatican halls pregnant, _ plead an immaculate [Bm] conception. _
[D] And _ everybody's wrecked on [C] Main Street [Em] from drinking that holy [Bm] _
blood.
_ _ [C] Stickers smile [D] sweet as gunner breeze deep, [C] his [Bm] ankles caked [E] in mud. _ _ _ _
And I said, [C] hey, [D] gotta man, [E] that's quicksand, [Em] that's [C] quicksand, that [Em] ain't mud.
Ragamuffin, [C] have you [D] thrown your sense [Em] to the war?
[C] Did you lose them in the [Em]
flood?
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
That [C] pure American [D] brother, _ _ [G] dull-eyed and empty-faced,
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [C] races Sundays [D] in Jersey _ _ [G] in a Chevy stock Super [Bm] 8.
_ He [D] rides her low in the hip, on the side he's [C] got bound for glory.
[E] In red, white, and [Em] blue flash [Bm] pain, _ [C] he leans on the hood telling [D] racing stories.
The [C] kids call [Bm] him Jimmy [E] the same. _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Well, [Em] that blazing noise, boy, he's [D] gunning that bitch [Am]
loaded to blasting point.
[Em] _ He rides headfirst [D] into a hurricane _ and [Am] disappears into a [Em] point.
And there's [D] nothing left but some blood where [C] the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell. _
Just [C] junk all across the [D] horizon, _ [C] a real _ _ [Bm] highwayman's [E] farewell.
_ _ _ _ And I [C] said, hey, kid, you [D] think that's [Em] oil?
_ Man, that [D] ain't oil, [E] that's blood.
_ [C] I wonder what he was [D] thinking when he [E] hit that storm.
[C] Was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Eighth [C] Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts _ [G] _
whisper in the [Bm] air.
_ _ [C] Some _ storefront _ [D] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare. _
_ [D] And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands with [Em] his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
_ _ _ [C] Everything stops, you [D] hear five quick shots, the cops have [Bm] come up for [Em] air.
_ _ And now the whiz-bang gang from [G] _ uptown, [Am] they're shooting up the [Em] street.
Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts [G] letting loose, [Am] but he gets blown right off his [Em] feet.
Oh, and some [D] kid comes blasting around the corner, but a [Em] cop puts him right [Bm] away.
He [C] lays on the street holding his leg, screaming [D] something in Spanish.
Still breathing [Bm] when I walk [Em] away.
_ _ _ _ And someone [C] said, hey, man, did you [Em] see that?
His body hit [C] the street with [D] such a beautiful [Em] thud.
_ [C] I wonder [D] what the dude was [Em] saying.
_ Or [C]
was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[C] But hey, man, [D] did you [Em] see that?
Oh, [C] the forecast is so messed [Em] up.
_ I [C] wonder what [D] they were [Em] getting into.
Or were [C] they all just lost in the flood?
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ Pull it up.
_ _ _ [D]
Tell me, Bronx, _ where are [E] they now?
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ Ragamuffin Gary's [D] returning home [G] like a hungry runaway.
[Bm] _
_ _ [C] He walks through town all [D] alone.
He must [G] be from the fort, he hears the high school [Bm] girls say.
[D] This _ countryside's burning with [C] wolfmen fairies [Em] dressed in drag for homicide.
_ [Bm] _ _
They [C] hit and run, plead [D] _
sanctuary, he's [G] the holy stone they [Bm]
hide.
_ _ [C] They're breaking beams and [D] crosses _ _ with a [G] _
spastic's real [Bm] _ _ imperfection.
_ [C]
Nuns run bald [D] through Vatican halls pregnant, _ plead an immaculate [Bm] conception. _
[D] And _ everybody's wrecked on [C] Main Street [Em] from drinking that holy [Bm] _
blood.
_ _ [C] Stickers smile [D] sweet as gunner breeze deep, [C] his [Bm] ankles caked [E] in mud. _ _ _ _
And I said, [C] hey, [D] gotta man, [E] that's quicksand, [Em] that's [C] quicksand, that [Em] ain't mud.
Ragamuffin, [C] have you [D] thrown your sense [Em] to the war?
[C] Did you lose them in the [Em]
flood?
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
That [C] pure American [D] brother, _ _ [G] dull-eyed and empty-faced,
[Bm] _
_ _ _ [C] races Sundays [D] in Jersey _ _ [G] in a Chevy stock Super [Bm] 8.
_ He [D] rides her low in the hip, on the side he's [C] got bound for glory.
[E] In red, white, and [Em] blue flash [Bm] pain, _ [C] he leans on the hood telling [D] racing stories.
The [C] kids call [Bm] him Jimmy [E] the same. _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ Well, [Em] that blazing noise, boy, he's [D] gunning that bitch [Am]
loaded to blasting point.
[Em] _ He rides headfirst [D] into a hurricane _ and [Am] disappears into a [Em] point.
And there's [D] nothing left but some blood where [C] the body fell.
And [E] there's nothing left that you could [Bm] sell. _
Just [C] junk all across the [D] horizon, _ [C] a real _ _ [Bm] highwayman's [E] farewell.
_ _ _ _ And I [C] said, hey, kid, you [D] think that's [Em] oil?
_ Man, that [D] ain't oil, [E] that's blood.
_ [C] I wonder what he was [D] thinking when he [E] hit that storm.
[C] Was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Eighth [C] Avenue sailors [D] in satin shirts _ [G] _
whisper in the [Bm] air.
_ _ [C] Some _ storefront _ [D] carnation of Maria, [G] she's putting on me a [Bm] stare. _
_ [D] And Bronx's best [C] apostle stands with [Em] his hand on his own [Bm] hardware.
_ _ _ [C] Everything stops, you [D] hear five quick shots, the cops have [Bm] come up for [Em] air.
_ _ And now the whiz-bang gang from [G] _ uptown, [Am] they're shooting up the [Em] street.
Oh, that cat from the Bronx starts [G] letting loose, [Am] but he gets blown right off his [Em] feet.
Oh, and some [D] kid comes blasting around the corner, but a [Em] cop puts him right [Bm] away.
He [C] lays on the street holding his leg, screaming [D] something in Spanish.
Still breathing [Bm] when I walk [Em] away.
_ _ _ _ And someone [C] said, hey, man, did you [Em] see that?
His body hit [C] the street with [D] such a beautiful [Em] thud.
_ [C] I wonder [D] what the dude was [Em] saying.
_ Or [C]
was he [D] just lost [Em] in the flood?
[C] But hey, man, [D] did you [Em] see that?
Oh, [C] the forecast is so messed [Em] up.
_ I [C] wonder what [D] they were [Em] getting into.
Or were [C] they all just lost in the flood?
_ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ Pull it up.
_ _ _ [D]
Tell me, Bronx, _ where are [E] they now?
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
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