Lost In The Flood chords by Bruce Springsteen (Ver. 2)

Lost in the flood by Bruce Springsteen
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The ragamuffin gunner is returning home like a hungry runaway
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He walks through town all alone " He must be from the fort",
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he hears the high school girls say
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His countryside's burning with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
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They hit and run plead sanctuary,'neath a holy stone they hide
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They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
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Nuns run bald though Vatican halls, pregnant,pleadin' immaculate conception
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And everybody's wrecked on Main street from drinking unholy blood
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Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
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And I said, " Hey gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand, that ain't
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mud.  Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the
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flood?"
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That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
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Races Sundays in Jersey, in a Chevy stock super eight
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He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory"
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in red white and blue flash paint
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He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the
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Saint
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Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin'
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point.  He rides headfirst into a hurricane and dissapears into a point
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And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell,
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that is, nothin' left that you could sell
      Em
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
             Em
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man that ain't oil, that's blood
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I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just
 Em
lost in the flood?"
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Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
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Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
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And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware
 Em
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air
            Em
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
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And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right
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off his feet.
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And some kid comes blastin' round the corner, but a cop puts him right away
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He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something is Spanish
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still breathin' when I walked away
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And someone said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street
            Em
with such a beautiful thud"
   Em
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
 Em
Hey man did you see that? Those poor cats are sure messed up
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I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they all just lost
          Em /(repeat to end)
in the flood?

(very cool tune for solo acoustic)