Bruce Springsteen - My city of ruins

^GThere's a blood red c^Em7ircle on the ^Cmaj9cold dark gro^Gund And the r^Gain ^Dadd4/F#is falling^Em7 down^{D Cmaj9 G}The church doors thrown ^Em7open I can hear the ^Cmaj9organ's so^Gng But the c^Gongr^Dadd4/F#egation's ^Em7gone ^{D Cmaj9}

My city of ru^Gins^{Em7 Cmaj9 G} My city of ru^Gins^{Em7 Cmaj9 G}

^GNow the sweet veils of ^Em7mercy drift through the ^Cmaj9evening tr^Gees Young men on the co^Grner ^Dadd4/F#like scatt^Em7ered ^Dlea^Cmaj9ves ^GThe boarded up w^Em7indows, the ^Cmaj9empty stre^Gets While my br^Gother's ^Dadd4/F#down on hi^Em7s kne^Des ^Cmaj9

My city of ru^Gins^{Em7 Cmaj9 G} My city of ru^Gins^{Em7 Cmaj9 G}

Come on ^Cmaj9rise up! Come on ^Drise ^Gup! Come on ^Cmaj9rise up! Come on ^Drise ^Gup! Come on ^Cmaj9rise up! Come on ^Drise ^Gup! Come on ^Gri.^Dadd4/F#..........^Em7.....^Dse ^Cmaj9up

^GNow there's tears on the p^Em7illow darling ^Cmaj9where we sl^Gept And you t^Gook my ^Dadd4/F#heart when^Em7 you ^Dlef^Cmaj9t ^GWithout your sweet kiss my ^Em7soul is ^Cmaj9lost, my fr^Giend Now tell me h^Gow do^Dadd4/F# I begin a^Em7gain?^{D Cmaj9}

My city's in ^Grui^Em7ns ^{Cmaj9 G} My city's in ^Grui^Em7ns ^{Cmaj9 G}

^GNow with these h^Em7ands, ^Cmaj9with these ha^Gnds With these hands, with these hands (I pray Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for the strength Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for the faith Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for Your love Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for the strength Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for Your love Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for the faith Lord) With these hands, with these hands (I pray for the strength Lord) With these hands, with these hands (Come on! Come on!)

Come on ^Cmaj9rise up! Come on ^Drise ^Gup! Come on rise up! Come on rise up!

Come on ^Gri.^Dadd4/F#..........^Em7.....^Dse ^Cmaj9up [Instrumental] G Em7 Cmaj9 G