There's ^Gmblood in the streets it's ^Cup to my an^Bbkles, ^GmBlood in the streets it's ^Cup to my kne^Bbe; ^GmBlood in the streets, the ^Ctown of Chicag^Bbo. ^GmBlood on the rise, it's f^Collowing ^Bbme.

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^GmJust about the break of d^Cay.^Bb ^Em She came, then she ^Gdrove away, ^F#mSunlight in her h^Aair.

^GmBlood on the streets runs a ^Criver of sad^Bbness. ^GmBlood in the streets, it's ^Cup to my thig^Bbh. The ^Gmriver runs down the l^Cegs of the ^Bbcity; The ^Gmwomen are crying red ^Crivers of wee^Bbping.

^Em She came in town and then she ^Gdrove away, ^F#mSunlight in her ha^Air.

Ab B Guitar Solo: Em Em Em Em Em, Em, Em-Em-Em-Em [Gm C]x6 N.C. Indians scattered on dawn's highway. Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind. [D7]

^GmBlood in the st^Creets o^Bbf the ^Gmtown of New H^Caven;^Bb ^GmBlood stains the ^Croofs and ^Bbthe ^Gmpalm trees of Venice^C. ^Bb ^GmBlood in my ^Clove in ^Bbthe ^Gmterrible ^Csum^Bbmer;

^GmBloody red su^Cn of ^Bbfan - ^Gmtastic L.A.^C ^Bb ^GmBlood screams her brain as they ^Cchop off her fin^Bbgers. ^GmBlood will be born in the ^Cbirth of a na^Bbtion; ^GmBlood is the rose of ^Cmysteriou^Bbs ^Gmunion.^C ^Bb

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