Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen, nascido dia 23 de Setembro de 1949 em Long Branch, New Jersey, Estados Unidos, apelidado de "The Boss" é um cantor e compositor americano que tem como banda de apoio a E Street Band. Começou sua carreira em 1969. Springsteen é conhecido por suas letras patrióticas, poéticas, e sentimentos de afeição por sua terra natal, New Jersey.
Em 1965, apresentava-se no Greenwich Village em New York formado bandas como Steel Mill e Dr. Zoom and The Sonic Boom.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Wall-Bruce Springsteen ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by:Nick V. E-mail:[email protected]
The version from 2014's "High Hopes".
Tuning:EADGBE
Capo III
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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