Standard Tuning No Capo Intro: Em D C D G Bm7 The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway C D He walks through town all alone G Bm He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say D D/C Em Bm His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide C D G Bm The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide C D G Bm They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection C D G Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate Bm conception D D/C Em Bm And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood C D C Bm Em Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud C D Em C D And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't Em mud C D Em C D Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ... .... Em Am D <sup>Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/b/bruce-springsteen/189695.html</sup> Additional Lyrics: C D G Bm That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced C D G Bm Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight D D/C Em He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, Bm White and blue flash paint C D C Bm He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Em Saint Em G Am Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' Em point G Am Em He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point D D/C And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell Em Bm That is, nothin' left that you could sell C D C Bm Em Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell C D Em C D And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's Em blood" C D Em I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm C D Em Or was he just lost in the flood? Am D D Am Em C D H Bm Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air C D G Bm Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare D D/C Em Bm And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware C D C Bm Em Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air Em G Am Em And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street G And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose Am Em but he gets blown right off his feet D D/C Em Bm And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away C D He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish C Bm Em Still breathing when I walked away C D Em And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? C D Em His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" C D Em C D Em I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood? C D Em C D Em Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up C D Em C D Em I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood? Am D D Am Em Em Am D