Bruce Springsteen - Balboa Park

balboa park – bruce springsteen

( capo 3rd fred )
C G C G D C G
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A – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – | – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
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C G C G
he lay his blanket underneath the freeway
C G C
as the evening sky grew dark
G C G
took a sniff of toncho from his coke can
D C
and headed through balboa park
G C G
where the men in mercedes
C G C
come nightly to employ
G C G
in the cool san diego evening
D C | C G | C G | D | C G
the services of the border boys

C G C
he grew up near the zona norte
G C G C
with the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with
G C G
he swallowed their balloons of cocaine
D C
brought ’em cross the 12th street strip
G C G
sleeping in a shelter
C G C
if the night got too cold
G C G
runnin’ from the migra
D C | C G | C G | D | C G
of the border patrol

C G C G
past the salvage yard ’cross the train tracks
C G C
and in through the storm drain
G C G
they stretched their blankets out neath the freeway
D C
and each one took a name
C G
there was x – man and cochese
C G C
little spider his sneakers covered in river mud
C G
they come north to california
D C | C G | C G | D | C
end up with the poison in their blood

Em7 G
he did what he had to do for money
D C
sometimes he sent home what he could spare
Em7 C
the rest went to hi – top sneakers and toncho
G D G
and jeans like the gavatchos wear
C G C G
one night the border patrol swept 12th street
C G C
a big car come fast down the boulevard
G C G
spider stood caught in it’s headlights
D C
got hit and went down hard
C G C G
as the car sped away spider held his stomach
C G C
limped to his blanket ’neath the underpass
G C G
lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
D
closed his eyes and listened to the cars
C G | C | G
rushin by so fast

C G D Em7
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