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Devils Arcade

Bruce Springsteen

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Artist: Bruce Springsteen
Song: Devil's Arcade
Album: Magic

Here is my interpretation of this song. It's pretty easy. I've tried to 
line the chords up with the lyrics, but they may be a little off. Let me
know if anything sounds wrong.


E                       Bm
Remember the morning we dug up your gun
    D
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
      E                         Bm
Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
         D
The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
    F#m                    D
The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
    F#m                     A         E
The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade


         E                      Bm
You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made"
        D
Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
    E                       Bm
The cool desert morning and nothing to save
     D
Just metal and plastic where your body caved
    F#m                      D
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
       F#m                         D
In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
              F#m                           A         E
Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade
    

    Bm                                F#m
You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James
                              A           E
And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin


Instrumental
(Verse chords)

E                        Bm
Voice says "don't worry, I'm here
     D
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
E                          Bm
House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
  D
A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
  F#m                       D
Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
          F#m                        D
On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
     F#m                D     
On a morning to order a breakfast to make
  F#m                       D
A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
        F#m                        D
For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
    F#m                     D
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
    F#m                     D
The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart
    F#m                     D
The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart
    F#m                          D
The beat of your heart, the slow burning away
      F#m                  A         E
Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade

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Devils Arcade

Bruce Springsteen