Bruce Springsteen - Matamoros Banks

For two d^Days the ri^Aver keeps you d^Down Then you ri^Ase to the li^Gght without a ^Dsound Past the play^Dgrounds and em^Apty switching ya^Drds The turtles eat the s^Akin from your eyes, so they lay ^Gopen to the s^Dtars

Your clo^Dthes give way to the cu^Arrent and river s^Dtone 'Till every t^Arace of who you ever were is ^Dgone And the th^Dings of the ea^Arth they make their c^Dlaim That the th^Aings of hea^Gven may do the sa^Dme

^GGoodbye, my darling, for your ^Dlove I give God thanks. M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the ^AMatamoros b^Danks

Over rivers of s^Dtone and an^Acient ocean b^Deds I walk on tw^Aine and t^Gire trea^Dd My pockets full of du^Dst, my mo^Auth filled with cool s^Done The pale moon o^Apens the earth to its bo^Dnes I lo^Gng, my darling, for your ki^Dss, for your sweet lo^Ave I give God th^Danks.

The tou^Gch of your loving finger^Dtips M^Deet me on the Matam ^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the ^AMatamoros b^Danks ^{D A D}

Your sweet me^Dmory comes ^Aon the evenin' w^Dind I sleep and d^Aream of hold^Ging you in my arms a^Dgain The lights of Br^Downsville, a^Across the river sh^Dine A shout rings o^Aut and into the silty red river I d^Dive I lo^Gng, my darling, for your ki^Dss, for your sweet lo^Ave I give God tha^Dnks.

A tou^Gch of your loving finger^Dtips M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the ^AMatamoros ^Dbanks

M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the ^AMatamoros ^Dbanks