Kunci Ukulele Bruce Springsteen – Lost in the flood Versi 1

^CThe raga^Fmuffin gunner is return^Cin' home like a hu^Cngry runaway ^Em7 He w^Falks through town all al^Cone He must be from the fort ^Che hears the high school girls ^Emsay

His ^Ccountryside's burnin' with wolf^G/Fman fairies dressed in d^Dmrag for homic^Emide The h^Fit and run, plead san^Cctuary, `neath a h^Coly stone they hi^Emde They're ^Fbreakin' beams and cros^Cses with a s^Cpastic's reelin' perfe^Emction ^FNuns run bald through ^CVatican halls pregnant, p^Cleadin' immaculate conceptio^Emn And ^Ceverybody's wrec^G/Fked on Main Street from dri^Dmnking unholy blood ^{Em F}Sticker smiles sweet as g^Cunner breathes deep, his a^Fnkles ca^Emked in m^Dmud And I said &^Fquot;Hey gun^Cner man tha^Dmt's quicksand, th^Fat's quicks^Cand that ain't ^Dmmud Have you throw^Fn your sen^Cses to^Dm the war or did you l^Fose them in t^Che flood?" ... .... Dm Dm C

^FThat pure Ameri^Ccan brother, dull-e^Cyed and empty-fac^Emed Races S^Fundays in Jer^Csey in a Che^Cvy stock super eigh^Emt He ri^Cdes `er low on the hip, on the s^G/Fide he's got Bound For Glory in r^Dmed, White and blue flash pai^Emnt He lea^Fns on the hood telling rac^Cing stories, the ki^Fds call him Jim^Emmy The Sain^Dmt Well the ^Dmblaze and noise boy, he's g^Cunnin' that ^Dmbitch loaded to blastin' poin^Dmt He rides head first into a ^Churricane and dis^Dmappears into a poin^Dmt And there's ^Cnothin' left but some blood where the b^G/Fody fell That is, ^Dmnothin' left that you could ^Emsell

^FJust junk all across^C the horizon, a ^Freal hig^Emhwayman's ^Dmfarewell And he said &^Fquot;Hey kid, ^Cyou think th^Dmat's oil? ^FMan, that a^Cin't oil that's ^Dmblood"

I ^Fwonder what he was t^Chinking when he ^Dmhit that storm Or w^Fas he just l^Cost in the ^Dmflood?

Eighth ^FAvenue sailors in ^Csatin shirts ^Ewhisper in the air^Em Some ^Fstorefront incar^Cnation of Maria, she's p^Cuttin' on me the ^Emstare And ^CBronx's best a^G/Fpostle stands with his ^Dmhand on his own hard^Em ware ^FEverything stops, you hear ^Cfive, quick shots, the ^Fcops come ^Emup for a^Dmir And now the ^Dmwhiz-bang gang from ^Cuptown, they're s^Dmhootin' up the ^Dmstreet And that cat from the Bronx starts ^Clettin' loose but he gets ^Dmblown right off his ^Dmfeet And some ^Ckid comes blastin' round the ^G/Fcorner but a ^Dmcop puts him right ^Emaway He l^Fays on the street holding his leg screaming ^Csomething in Spanish Still ^Fbreathing when ^EmI walked a^Dmway And somebody said &^Fquot;Hey^C man did you^Dm see that? His body hit the ^Fstreet with such a ^Cbeautiful ^Dmthud" I ^Fwonder what the ^Cdude was sayin^Dm' or ^Fwas he just ^Clost in the ^Dmflood? ^FHey man, ^Cdid you see ^Dmthat, those ^Fpoor cats are ^Csure messed ^Dmup I ^Fwonder what ^Cthey were gettin' ^Dminto, or ^Fwere they just ^Clost in the ^Dmflood?