Bruce Springsteen – Indian Town (Guitar)

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As recorded by Bruce Springsteen (From the 2025 Box Set TRACKS II: THE LOST ALBUMS) [Intro] A [Verse 1]
                       E         A
'Cross the desert, the rain came hard and black

          D                         A
Two shovelheads rumblin' 'cross the railroad tracks

   D                                A
Sheriff steps out of his car, takes off his hat

                  E
And slowly looks around
[Verse 2]
A
Ostrich boots and a diamond ring

D                     A
Scar on his cheek too deep to think

   D                             A
He steps up to the bar, orders a drink

                            E
I watch him as he shoots it down

      D            E        A
I was just eighteen down in Indian Town
[Verse 3]
          E            A
Billy was workin' as a hired hand

       D                       A
He was a Hopi in off the First Mesa

               D                    A
Weekends, we'd head into town for a drink and a dance

                             E
A little trouble and a look around
[Verse 4]
    A
A woman with hair black as coal and eyes of blue

             D                                A
Stood in the street over a young kid with his leg shot through

D              A
Sheriff pushes his way through

                            E
Shakes his head as he looks down
[Interlude] D E A [Verse 5]
D                   A
In the spring, we'd ride the high desert

D                           A
Seligman and Kingman on old 66

D                              A
Make the poker run through Bullhead City

                        E     A
Into Laughlin and back around
[Verse 6]
A
Well, I welded it outta cast iron, just like his ride

D                         A
Stuck it into the ground, where he died

D                             A
Marked on it his name and the day he was born

                    E
And the day he went down

        D                    E           A           D  A
On that white stretch of road outside of Indian Town
[Verse 7]
A
It was closing time, I was drunk

A
And she was somebody's wife

D                         A
I was drunk, too drunk to see the knife

D                        A
I felt a push, and I was on my back

                         E
Ceiling black and comin' down
[Outro] A D A D A E A D A G D A