Bruce Springsteen – Our Lady Of Monroe (Guitar)

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He's out of Newark, a retired detective

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Tryna lose some of what he'd seen

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He had twenty-five years on the streets

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Where the Lord does not intervene

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Packed his shaving kit into a small suitcase

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Slipped the rosary off the night shelf

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Just the cross remains of his faith

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Was all that he had left

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And the pale sun of the evening

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Cut through the windshield as he drove

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Head south on the Jersey Turnpike

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To the Lady of Monroe

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He and his wife, they'd raised a daughter

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But his job was all he'd ever really known

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Now she was in southern Indiana

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With a family her own

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As the refinery fields went rushing by

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Thought of his little brown-eyed girl

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Shooting cans in the river with his old .22

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As the summer trees unfurled

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And the pale sun of the evening

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Slipped down, velvet and low

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Heard murmured prayers softly rising

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To the Lady of Monroe

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His rosary hung from the rear-view mirror

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A map 'neath the Burger King bag in the front seat

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His gun's tucked deep in the glove box

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Another useless tool of his trade he'll never need

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From his desk in the South precinct

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He'd walked that dirty mile

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Well, that was all over now

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He was gonna learn to live, just to live for a while

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Virgin Mother, give me peace

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Peace I've never known

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In the sunlight, lifted hands softly swaying

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To our Lady of Monroe