Bruce Springsteen - Matamoros banks

For two da^Dys the ri^Aver keeps you d^Down Then you ri^Ase to the lig^Ght without a ^Dsound Past the pla^Dygrounds 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 g^Done 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 twi^Ane and t^Gire trea^Dd My pockets full of du^Dst, my mo^Auth filled with cool st^Done The pale moon op^Aens 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 fingert^Dips M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^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 to^Guch of your loving fingert^Dips M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the Matam^Goros M^Deet me on the ^AMatamoros ^Dbanks