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Bruce Springsteen: The Wall
Unreleased, Live November 16 2005 version

    F                      C          F                 C  
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you
           F                    C             F                     C 
This black stone and these hard tears they're all I've got left now of you
    Am                                                                    C
I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party
          Am                            C
I've read Robert McNamara, he says he's sorry

                   F                 C          F                   C
Yeah, you and your boots and black t-shirt, oh, Billy you looked so bad
     F                          C            F                              C        
Yeah you and your rock and roll band was the best thing this shit town ever had

        Am                                                    C
Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls
      Am                                         C
And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall

    F                            C                F              C
I'm sorry that I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me
        F                                 C              F               C   
If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me

        Am                                  C
For the living time it must be served, life goes on
    Am                                      C
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer and skin on black stone

| F | F | F | C | F | F | F | C | C |

            F                  C                F                  C     
High school pictures and paper flowers, there's ribbons as red as the blood
            F                C       F                  C
Yeah as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud
         Am                                             C
Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the rain falls
 Am                                       C
Apology and forgiveness got no place here at all

            
            
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