Bruce Springsteen : Wrecking Ball

Capo:

III

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x6

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| I been knocking on the door that holds the throne

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| I been looking for the map that leads me home

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I been stumbling on good hearts turned to stone

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G

The road of good intentions has gone dry as a bone

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G

We take care of our own We take care of our own Wherever this flag's flown We take care of our own From Chicago to New Orleans, from the muscle to the bone From the shotgun shack to the Super Dome There ain't no help, the cavalry stayed home There ain't no one hearing the bugle blowin' We take care of our own We take care of our own Wherever this flag's flown We take care of our own |

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x2

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x2

Where are the eyes, the eyes with the will to see? Where are the hearts that run over with mercy? Where's the love that has not forsaken me? Where's the work that'll set my hands, my soul free? Where's the spirit that'll reign rain over me? Where's the promise from sea to shining sea? Where's the promise from sea to shining sea? Wherever this flag's flown Wherever this flag's flown Wherever this flag's flown We take care of our own We take care of our own Wherever this flag's flown We take care of our own |

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x4

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You put on your coat, I'll put on my hat

Em

You put out the dog, I'll put out the cat

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C

You put on your red dress for me tonight, honey

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D

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We're going on the town now looking for easy money

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There's nothing to it mister, you won't hear a sound

Em

When your whole world comes tumbling down

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And all them fat cats they just think it's funny

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I'm going on the town now looking for easy money

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Em

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I got a Smith and Wesson .38

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I got a hellfire burning and I got me a taste

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Got me a date on the far shore, it's bright and sunny

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I'm going on the town now looking for easy money

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Em

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You put on your coat, I'll put on my hat

Em

You put out the dog, I'll put out the cat

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You put on your red dress, you're looking real good, honey

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We're going on the town now looking for easy money

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We're going on the town now looking for easy money

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Capo:

III

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Grey morning light splits through the shade

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Another day older and closer to the grave

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I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn

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I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, carry it on Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Repeat intro chords

I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt Stand back son and let a man work Let a man work, is that so wrong I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, carry it on What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong? Woke up this morning shackled and drawn Freedom, son, is a dirty shirt The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt The shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, carry it on What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song? I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Gambling man rolls the dice, working man pays the bills It's still fat and easy up on bankers hill Up on bankers hill the party's going strong Down here below we're shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, carry it on Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, carry it on What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song? I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

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I'll mow your lawn, clean the leaves out your drain

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I'll mend your roof to keep out the rain

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D

I'll take the work that God provides

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I'm a Jack of all trades, honey, we'll be alright I'll hammer the nails, and I'll set the stone I'll harvest your crops when they're ripe and grown I'll pull that engine apart and patch her up till she's running right I'm a Jack of all trades, we'll be alright

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The hurricane blows, brings a hard rain

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E

When the blue sky breaks, feels like the world's gonna change

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D

We'll start caring for each other like Jesus said that we might

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I'm a Jack of all trades, we'll be alright

Instrumental verse

The banker man grows fatter, the working man grows thin It's all happened before and it'll happen again It'll happen again, yeah they'll bet your life I'm a Jack of all trades and darling, we'll be alright Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood Here we stood the drought, now we'll stand the flood There's a new world coming, I can see the light I'm a Jack of all trades, we'll be alright So you use what you've got, and you learn to make do You take the old, you make it new If I had me a gun, I'd find the bastards and shoot 'em on sight I'm a Jack of all trades, we'll be alright I'm a Jack of all trades, we'll be alright

Instrumental verse

Capo:

III

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x4

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Oh, no cannonball did fly, no rifles cut us down

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No bombs fell from the sky, no blood soaked the ground

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No powder flash blinded the eye, no deathly thunder sound

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But just as sure as the hand of God, they brought death to my hometown

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They brought death to my hometown, boys |

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x2

No shells ripped the evening sky, no cities burning down No armies stormed the shores for which we'd die, no dictators were crowned I awoke from a quiet night, I never heard a sound Marauders raided in the dark and brought death to my hometown, boys Death to my hometown |

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x4

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They destroyed our families' factories and they took our homes

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They left our bodies on the plains, the vultures picked our bones So listen up, my sonny boy, be ready for when they come For they'll be returning sure as the rising sun Now get yourself a song to sing and sing it till you're done

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Yeah, sing it hard and sing it well Send the robber barons straight to hell The greedy thieves who came around And ate the flesh of everything they found Whose crimes have gone unpunished now Who walk the streets as free men now

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Ah, they brought death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, boys Death to our hometown, whoa! |

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x4

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Baby, I've been down, but never this down

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I've been lost, but never this lost

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This is my confession

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I need your heart

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In this depression

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I need your heart Baby, I've been low, but never this low I've had my faith shaken but never hopeless This is my confession I need your heart In this depression I need your heart I haven't always been strong, but never felt so weak All of my prayers, gone for nothing I've been without love, but never forsaken Now the morning sun, the morning sun is breaking

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This is my confession

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I need your heart

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In this depression

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I need your heart This is my confession I need your heart In this depression I need your heart This is my confession I need your heart In this depression I need your heart

C

Capo:

III

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

G 020030

Bm11 024430

Dsus2

I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey

G

Some misty years ago

Bm11

Through the mud and the beer, and the blood and the cheers

G

I've seen champions come and go

Dsus2

So if you got the guts mister

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Yeah, if you got the balls

Bm11

If you think it's your time, then step to the line

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And bring on your wrecking ball

Dsus2

Bring on your wrecking ball

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Bring on your wrecking ball

Bm11

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Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got

Dsus2

Bring on your wrecking ball Now my home's here in these meadowlands Where mosquitoes grow big as airplanes Here where the blood is spilled, the arena's filled And giants played their games So raise up your glasses And let me hear your voices call Because tonight all the dead are here So bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Bring on your wrecking ball Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got Bring on your wrecking ball One, two, A one two three four! |

Dsus2

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Bm11

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Dsus2

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Dsus2

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x2

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Bm11

Yeah, we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here

Em

G

So hold tight to your anger, you hold tight to your anger

Em

Asus4

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Hold tight to your anger, don't fall to your fears |

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Bm11

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| Now when all this steel and these stories They drift away to rust And all our youth and beauty It's been given to the dust When the game has been decided And we're burning down the clock And all our little victories and glories Have turned into parking lots When your best hopes and desires Are scattered to the wind

Bm11