Eb tuning
A new version of "The Wall" of of Springsteen's High Hopes. The timing is a little weird 
but easy if you listen. The lyrics are different from the unreleased version.

Pluck the chords throughout

Intro: A-C#m

      A                                            C#m
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you
           A                                                 C#m
This black stone and these hard tears, they're all I've got left now of you
    F#m                                                                    C#m
I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party
          F#m                            C#m
I've read Robert McNamara, he says he's sorry

                   A                                                        C#m
Yeah, you and your boots and black t-shirt, oh, Billy you looked so bad
     A                                                             C#m
Yeah you and your rock and roll band was the best thing this shit town ever had

        F#m                                              A                             C#m
Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls
      F#m                                                            C#m    A
And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall

|A|C#m|A||C#m|F#m|A|C#m|F#m|A|C#m|

    A                                                         C#m
I'm sorry that I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me
        A                                                                   C#m
If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me

        F#m                                  A        C#m
For the living time it must be served, the day goes on
    F#m                                    A               C#m
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer and skin on black stone


            A                                                               C#m
On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with their ribbons as red as the blood
            A                                        C#m
Red as the blood you spilled, in the Central Highlands mud
         F#m                                    A                                        C#m
Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue rustling the leaves as they fall
 F#m                                   A                    C#m            A         E
Apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall

|A|C#m|A|C#m|F#m|A|C#m|F#m|A|C#m| (x2 and fade out)