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Lost In The Flood ukulele

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This is the full song by Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band. I did not find a 
full version of the song here on Ultimate-Guitar.com so here you go!

If you find any errors please let me know!

Standard Tuning
No Capo

Intro: Dm

C       F                      C                 C             Em7
The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
    F                       C
He walks through town all alone
                         C                              Em
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

    C                              G/F                     Dm           Em   
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
     F                    C                 C                Em
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
        F                      C           C                     Em
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection
F                     C                        C                            
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate 
    C               G/F                        Dm                  Em
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
F                        C                         F       Em      Dm
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
            F           C          Dm               F          C         
And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't 
              F         C     Dm                   F            C
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?" ...
.... Dm  Dm C

Additional Lyrics:
F              C                  C                Em
That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced
       F            C           C                  Em
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight
     C                               G/F                              Dm                  
He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, 
White and blue flash paint
      F                         C                  F              Em                   
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The 
         Dm                         C           Dm                      
Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' 
                           C                Dm                 Dm 
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point
            C                                      G/F
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell
         Dm                          Em
That is, nothin' left that you could sell
F                   C               F       Em        Dm
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell
             F             C           Dm        F          C                  
And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's 

  F                   C               Dm    
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
    F           C          Dm
Or was he just lost in the flood? 

Dm   C   C   Dm   Dm

       F                 C            E                 Em
Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air
     F               C                       C                Em
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare
    C             G/F                    Dm                  Em
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware
F                          C                      F         Em      Dm
Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air
            Dm                  C                Dm             Dm 
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose
            Dm                  Dm
but he gets blown right off his feet
         C                            G/F          Dm                 Em
And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away
    F                                           C 
He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish
      F              Em        Dm
Still breathing when I walked away
                   F       C           Dm
And somebody said "Hey man did you see that?
                 F                  C         Dm
His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"
  F               C             Dm   F           C           Dm
I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?
F        C           Dm          F             C           Dm
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up
  F           C                 Dm       F              C           Dm     
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

Dm   C  C   Dm   Dm  Dm   Dm   C

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