Murder Incorporated

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro:   Em     Dsus2      G       A

 

Em                 D                G                         A            Em  D  G  A

Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow

Out on the street your chances are zero

Em                                 D                     G                         A

Take a look around you (come on now) it ain't too complicated

                               Em D G    A     Em       D       G     A

You're messin' with Murder Incorporated

 

 

Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go

Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow

You better take a look around you (come on now)

That equipment you got's so outdated

You can't compete with Murder Incorporated

G                       A              Em D G  A        Em D G A

Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated

 

Solo: Em    D    G    A

 

            Bm                                D

So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer

For deeling with the heat you're feelin' out on the killin' floor

No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger

           C                                             B7

So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated snub-nose thirty-two, I heard that you...

 

                 Em          D        G                              A              Em D G A

You got a job downtown, man that leaves your head cold

Everywhere you look live ain't got no soul

         Em                                               D

That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide

                    G                                                          A

When you're walkin' down the street you won't meet no one eye to eye

       Em                                      D

The cops reported you as just another homicide

              G                                     B7

But I can tell that you were just frustrated

                                                             Em D G A

From living with Murder Incorporated

Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated

Murder Incorporated

 

 


My hometown

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro:  E/A A     E/A A     D  A  E         Esus E    Esus E    A    D

 

           E/A   A                         E/A A           D    A       E

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand

             Esus E                Esus E          A       D

Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town

He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around

 

                  A               E/A A                  D    A     E

This is your hometown,                   this is your hometown

            Esus E                Esus E                  A               D     E/A  A

This is your hometown,                   this is your hometown

 

In `65 tension was running high at my high school

There was a lot of fights between the black and white

There was nothing you could do

Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun

Words were passed in a shotgun blast

Troubled times had come to my hometown

My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

 

          F#m                                                       E/A  A              E/A  A

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores

            F#m                                                   E/A  A                    E/A  A

Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more

               D                                         E/A      A                        E/A  A

They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks

               D                                                     A                       E

Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back

                  A               E/A A                  D    A     E

             to your hometown,                    to your hometown

            Esus E                Esus E                  A               D     E/A  A

          your hometown,                       to your hometown

 

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out

Packing up our bags maybe heading south

I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now

Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around

This is your hometown

 


Nebraska

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro: A     D    A    D    G    D    A    D

 

                   A                        D                   A                  D

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton

                  G                    D              A                              D

Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died

 

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap

Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path

 

I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done

At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun

 

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest

 

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap

 

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

 

 

 

 

 


 

Point Blank

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro:   Am     F      G      Em      E7

 

                    Am                                                F

Do you still say your prayers little darlin' do you go to bed at night

G                                          Em                 E7

Prayin' that tomorrow everything will be alright

          Am                                  F

But tomorrow's fall in number in number one by one

        G                                                     Em                     E7

You wake up and you're dying you don't even know what from

                               Am                            F

Well, they shot you point blank you been shot in the back

          G                              Em                            E7              Am

Baby point blank you been fooled this time, littel girl, that's a fact

                  F                                          G

Point blank right between the eyes baby point blank

Em                                 E7           Am

Right between the pretty lies they tell,

F                     G    Em   E7

Little girl you felt

 

You grew up where young girls they grow up fast

You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked

But what they asked baby wasn't right, you didn't have to live that life

And I was gonna be your Romeo, you were gonna be my Juliet

These days you don’t wait on Romeos, you wait on that welfare check

and on all the pretty things you can’t ever have, all the promises

That always end up point blank yeah shot between the eyes

Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain

You're walkin' in the sights baby point blank

And it’s one false move and baby the lights go out

 

Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me

Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be

We were standin' at the bar and it was hard to hear

The band was playin' loud, and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear

You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four

You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor

You just stood there and held me and you started dancin' slow

And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go

Well I saw you last night down on the avenue

Your face was in the shadows but Iknew that it was you

You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain

You didn't answer when I called out your name

You just turned and then you looked away

 like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away

Point blank oh right between the eyes

Baby point blank yeah right between the pretty eyes, you fell

Ah you been shot straight through the heart

Yeah point blank

You've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it baby

You're walkin' in their sights

Point blank, did you forget how to love, baby, did you forget how to fight

Point blank, they must have shot you in the head, ‘cause point blank

Bang, bang baby you’re dead.

 

 

 

RACING IN THE STREET

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro: G   Em   C9   C   (x3)

          G   Em   Am  D

 

           G                                                     C

I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor

           Am                                                                        C

She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot outside the seven-eleven store

Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch and he rides with me from town to town

We only run for the money, got no strings attached, we set’em up and then we shut’em down

Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right, I wanna blow’em off in my first heat

Summer’s here and the time is right for racing in the street

 

We take all the action we can meet and we cover all the northeast state,

When the strip shuts down we run’em in the street, from the fireroads to the interstate

Now some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece

Some guys come home from work and wash up and go racin’ in the street

Tonight, tonight the strip’s just right, I wanna blow’em off all out of their seats

Calling out around the world we’re going racing in the street.

 

Break: F   Dm   Gm   Bb

            F   Dm   Gm    C     D

 

  G                                                               C

I met her on the strip three years ago in a Camero with this dude from L.A.

    Am                                                C

I blew that Camero off my back and drove that little girl away.

But now there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes and she cries herself to sleep at night

When I come home the house is dark, she sighs “Baby did you make it all right?”

She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house but all her pretty dreams are torn

She stares off alone into the night with the eyes of one who hate for just being born.

For all the shot down strangers and hot road angels rumbling through this promised land,

Tonight my baby and me we’re gomma ride to the sea and wash these sins off  our hands

Tonight, tonight the highway’s bright out of our way mister you best keep

‘Cause summer’s here and the time is right for racing in the street.

 

Coda: G     C     Am     C