Bruce Springsteen

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    C      G   Em     C            Bm
The angel rides with hunch-backed children
 C     G Em     C      Bm
Poison oozing from his engine
 C        G  Em   C       Bm
Wielding love as a lethal weapon

C       G   C         D
On his way to hubcap heaven
C         G     Em   C        D   Dsus4  D
Baseball cards poked in his spokes
 C           G   Em    C         Bm
His boots in oil he's patiently soaked
     C       G  Em      C         D  Dsus4  D
The roadside attendant nervously jokes

as the angel's tires stroke his precious pavement
The interstate's choked with nomadic hordes
In Volkswagen vans with full running boards
Dragging great anchors, followin' dead-end
signs into the sores
The angel rides by humpin' his hunk metal whore

Am              Em            G
Madison Avenue's claim to fame in a trainer
         Dsus4         D
bra with eyes like rain
F                            Csus4
She rubs against the weather-beaten frame
C    F              Am      Dsus4 D
and asks the angel for his name

Off in the distance the marble dome
reflects across the flatlands with a naked
feel off into parts unknown
The woman strokes his polished chrome
and lies beside the angel's bones