Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen Zirilli. Nació en Freehold, New Jersey, EE UU, el 23 de septiembre de 1949 de padre irlandés (Douglas Springsteen) y de madre italiana (Adele Zirilli). Creció en Freehold, Nueva Jersey.
Editó su primer disco en 1972, llamado "Greetings from Asbury Park", que vendió apenas 25.000 copias y tuvo poca acogida por la crítica. Su siguiente disco fue "The Wild, the Innocent and the E street Shuffle", editado al año siguiente, que tuvo una repercusión mayor.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Wall-Bruce Springsteen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by:Nick V. E-mail:[email protected]
The version from 2014's "High Hopes".
Tuning:EADGBE
Capo III
C:x32010 Fmaj7:xx3210 Gsus:302013 Am:x02201
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Verses
CFmaj7CGsus Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you CFmaj7CGsus This black stone and these hard tears are all I got left now of you AmFmaj7C I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party AmCFmaj7 I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry
CFmaj7CGsus Your high boots and striped t-shirt, ah, Billy you looked so bad CFmaj7CGsus Yeah you and your rock and roll band, you were the best thing this shit town ever had AmFmaj7C Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls AmCFmaj7CFmaj7 And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall
CFmaj7CGsus Well I'm sorry I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me CFmaj7CGsus If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me AmFmaj7C For the living time it must be served as the day goes on AmFmaj7CFmaj7 Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone
CFmaj7CGsus On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with the ribbons red as the blood CFmaj7CGsus Red as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud AmFmaj7C Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue, rustling the leaves as they fall AmFmaj7CFmaj7 And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall