From: nsm14@cus.cam.ac.uk (Nick Munn)

From memory; lyrics/chords open to correction.


No Surrender -- Bruce Springsteen

Key: F

Intro:

| F | C | Bb | Bb | F | C | Bb | Bb |


Verse:

	 F				  C
Well, we busted out of class, had to get away from the fools
	   Bb					      F		      C
We learned more from a 3 minute record, baby, than we ever learned in school
	  F
Tonight I hear that neighbourhood drummer sound
      C
I can feel my heart begin to pound
	       Bb
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
    F		       C
And follow your dreams down


Chorus:

	 F	C		    Bb	     F
Well, we made a promise, swore we'd always remember
     Bb		  C	F
No retreat, baby, no surrender
     F		   C			 Bb	  F
Like soldiers on a winter's night with a vow to defend
     Bb		  C	F
No retreat, baby, no surrender


Verse 2:

Well now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind, I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yard
Maybe we'll find someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars

Chorus:

Well, we made a promise, swore we'd always remember,
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers on a stormy night with a vow to remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender.


Bridge:

F				C
   Lay lay lay lay lay lay, lay lay lay lay lay lay
F				C		Bb
   Lay lay lay lay lay lay, lay lay lay lay lay lay
F				C
   Lay lay lay lay lay lay, lay lay lay lay lay lay
F				Bb		C
   Lay lay lay lay lay lay, lay lay lay lay lay lay


Verse 3:

Well on the streets tonight, the light's growing dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging, you say it ain't ours anymore to win,
I want to sleep beneath the peaceful skies in my lover's bed
With that wild open country in our eyes and those romantic dreams in my head


Chorus:

Well we made a promise, swore we'd always remember,
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers on a stormy night with a vow to remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender.



Nick Munn
nsm14@cam.ac.uk

"Throw the theologians in the cellar and bring more oysters and hot sauce!"
				-- Garrison Keillor, The Book of Guys