Spartiti

Across The Border

Bruce Springsteen

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Tonight my bag is packed

[Ebsus2] Tomorrow I'll [Bb]walk these tracks

That will [F]lead me a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

Tomorrow my love and I

[Ebsus2] Will sleep 'neath [Bb]auburn skies

Some[F]where a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

We'll leave be[Ebsus2]hind my dear

The pain and sadness [dm/F]we found here

And we'll [Bb]drink from the Bravo's muddy [Ebsus2]water

Where the sky grows [Bb]gray and wide

[Ebsus2] We'll meet on the [Bb]other side

[F]There a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

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For you I'll build a house

[Ebsus2] High up on a [Bb]grassy hill

Some[F]where a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

Where pain and memory

[Ebsus2] Pain and memory [Bb]have been stilled

[F]There a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

And sweet blossoms [Ebsus2]fill the air

Pastures of [dm/F]gold and green

Roll [Bb]down into cool clear [Ebsus2]waters

And in your arms 'neath [Bb]open skies

[Ebsus2] I'll kiss the sorrow [Bb]from your eyes

[F]There a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

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Tonight we'll [Ebsus2]sing the songs

I'll dream of you my [dm/F]corazon

And [Bb]tomorrow my heart will be [Ebsus2]strong

And may the saints' bles[Bb]sing and grace

[Ebsus2] Carry me safely in[Bb]to your arms

[F]There a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

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For [Ebsus2]what are we

Without hope in [dm/F]our hearts

That someday we'll [Bb]drink from God's blessed [Ebsus2]waters

And eat the fruit [Bb]from the vine[Ebsus2]

I know love and fortune [Bb]will be mine

Some[F]where a[F7]cross the [Bb]border

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Atlantic City

Bruce Springsteen

Em G C G

Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

Em G C G

Now, they blew up his house, too

Em G C G

Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight

Em G C G

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now, there's trouble bustin' in from outta state

And the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

Em G C D

And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth

Em G C G

Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact

Em G D Em

But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back

G C G

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

Em G C G

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away

But I got debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

Now, baby, ev'rything dies, honey, that's a fact...

D C Em

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold

C D Em

But with you forever I'll stay

C Em

We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold

C G C G

Put on your stockin's baby, `cause the night's gettin' cold

C G C G

And maybe ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact

C G D C

But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back

Now, I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't

get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well, I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So, honey, last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him,

Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...

Backstreets

Bruce Springsteen

Intro: G Em G Em G Em D C

G Em

One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends,

G Em

trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in.

G Em

Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth,

D C D

sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat.

G C G C

And hiding on the Backstreets, hiding on the Backstreets,

G Am7 G D Em

with a love so hard and filled with defeat.

C G Em G Em

Running for our lives at night on them Backstreets.

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing

where desp'rate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street kings,

Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring,

In the deep heart of the night, we could let loose of ev'rything. To go....

running on the Backstreets, running on the Backstreets,

Terry, you swore we'd live forever, taking it on them Backstreets together.

G Em

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag

G Em

Where Dancers scraped the tears up off the streets dressed down in rags,

G Em

running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying,

D C

At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying.

Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down.

G C

You can blame it all on me Terry, it don't matter to me now.

when the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say.

G D Em C D

But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away.

Well, laying here in the dark your'e like an angel on my chest,

Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness.

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go to see

Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be.

Em Bm

Well, after all this time to find we're just like all the rest,

C D

Stranded in the park and forced to confess to...

Hiding on the Backstreets, hiding on the Backstreets,

Where we swore forever friends, on the Backstreets until the end.

G C

Hiding on the Backstreets, hiding on the Backstreets (x6)

D G

It's alright we'll go hiding on the Backstreets tonight

Because the Night

Bruce Springsteen

Intro: Bm, G, A, Bm, G, A, Bm

Bm G A Bm G A Bm

Take me now, baby, here as I am. Pull me close try and understand.

G A Bm G A Bm

Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed.

G A D A Bm G A

Come on now, try and understand the way I feel when I'm in your hand.

D G A C Bm F#

Take my hand; come under cover. They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now.

Bm G A

Because the night belongs to lovers.

Bm G A Bm

Because the night belongs to lust.

G A

Because the night belongs to lovers.

Bm G A Bm

Because the night belongs to us.

Have I doubt when I'm alone?

Love is a ring on the telephone.

Love is an angel disguised as lust,

here in our bed until the morning comes.

Come on now, try and understand

the way I feel under your command.

Take my hand as the sun descends.

They can't touch you now, can't touch you now, can't touch you now.

D A D A Bm A

With love we sleep; with doubt the viscious circle turn and turns.

D A Bm A D A

Without you I cannot live, forgive the yearning, burning

G D G

I believe in time, too real to feel,

Bm D G F#

so touch me now, touch me now, touch me now.

BOBBY JEAN

Bruce Springsteen

Intro: A E D B7

A E

Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you went away

D B7

She said there was nothing that I could have done, there was nothing nobody could say

A E

Now me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen

D B7

I wish I would've known I wished I could have called you just to say goodbye

A E D B7

Bobby Jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their noise

We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes

We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen

Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you

Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

D F#m

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid

D A E

Now there ain't nobody no where no how gonna ever understand me the way you did

Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere

In some bus or train traveling along

In some motel room there'll be a radio playing

And you'll hear me sing this song

Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between

And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind

B7 D E A

But just to say I miss you baby, good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean

Born to Run

Bruce Springsteen

E A B

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream

E A B7

At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines

A C#m F#m C#m E B

Sprung from cages on highway 9, chrome wheels, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line

A C#m F#m C#m

Baby, this town rips the bones from your back, it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap

E C#m A B E

I wanna get out while I'm still young ‘cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Well, Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I wanna guard your dreams and visions

Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims, strap your hands across my engines

And together we could break this trap, we'll run til we drop, and baby we'll never go back

Walk with me out on the wire, girl, I'm just a scared and lonely rider

And I gotta know how it feels, I wanna know if love is wild, I wanna know if love is real

Solo: E A B

E A B C#m

B E

D G

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard

A C

The girls comb their hair in the rear view mirrors and the boys try to look so hard

The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in the mist

Well, I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss

Solo: F C

Well, the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive

Everybody's out on the run tonight, but there ain't no place left to hide

Together we could live with the sadness, I'll love you with all the maddness in my soul

Someday, baby, I don't know when we're gonna get to that place that we really wanna go

And we'll walk in the sun, ‘til then, tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Cadillac Ranch

Bruce Springsteen

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Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun right

Bb F

There to greet a working man when his day is done

I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt

Bb C F

I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts

Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth

Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back

And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac

Bb F

Long and dark shiny and black

Open up your engines let `em roar

Bb C F

Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

James Dean in that Mercury `49

Junior Johnson runnin' through the woods of Caroline

Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am

All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac...

Hey little girlie in the blue jeans so tight

Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night

You're my last love you're my last chance

Don't let `em take me to the Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac, Cadillac...

Darkness on the Edge of Town

Bruce Springsteen

INTRO: G C

G C G C

Well they're still racing out at the Trestles but that blood it never burned in her veins

G C G C

Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview and a style she's trying to maintain

G C G Em G C G Em

Well if she wants to see me, You can tell her that I'm easily found

G C G Em

Tell her there's a spot out `neath Abram's Bridge

D Dm C D CGDGDGC

Tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town There's a darkness on the edge of town

Everybody's got a secret Sonny, something that they just can't face

Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it

They carry it with them every step that they take

Till some day they just cut it loose, cut it loose or let it drag `em down

Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face

In the darkness on the edge of town, there's a darkness on the edge of town

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Some folks are born into a good life, other folks get it anyway anyhow

I lost my money and I lost my wife, them things don't seem to matter much to me now

Tonight I'll be on that hill `cause I can't stop, I'll be on that hill with everything I got

Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost, I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost

For wanting things that can only be found in the darkness on the edge of town.

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