Bruce Springsteen - Ill work for your love

^GPour me a drink The^Emresa in one of those ^Cglasses ^Emyou've dust ^Doff ^CAnd I'll ^Dwatch the bones ^Gin your ^Cback, like the ^GStations of the ^DCross^{Dsus2 D} A^Ground your hair the sun lifts a ^Emhalo, at your ^Clips a ^Emcrown of ^Dthorns ^CWhatever ^Dother ^Gdeal's gone down, to ^Emthis one I'm ^Dsworn^{Dsus2 D}

^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove dear, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove ^CWhat ^Dothers may ^Gwant for ^Emfree, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove

The ^Gdust of civili^Emzations, ^Cand love's ^Emsweet re^Dmains ^CSlip off your ^Dfingers and come ^Cdriftin' down like ^Drain^{Dsus2 D} The ^Gpages of Reve^Emlation lie open in your ^Cempty ^Emeyes of ^Dblue ^CI watch you ^Dslip that ^Gcomb through your hair, and ^Emthis I promise ^Dyou^{Dsus2 D}

^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove dear, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove ^CWhat ^Dothers may ^Gwant for ^Emfree, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove

Your ^Dtears they fill the ^Emrosary at your ^Cfeet, my ^Dtemple of ^Gbones ^DHere in this per^Cdition we go ^Gon and ^Don

Now I've ^Gseen earth pieces ^Emcrumbled and our ^Cbook of ^Emfaith's been ^Dtossed And ^CI'm just ^Dout here ^Csearching for my own ^Dpiece of the cross^{Dsus2 D} A ^Glate afternoon sun ^Emfills the room with a ^Cmist of the ^EmGarden before the ^DFall

I ^Cwatch your ^Dhands smooth the ^Gfront of your blouse and ^Emseven drops of blood ^Dfal^Dsus2l ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove dear, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove ^CWhat ^Dothers may ^Gwant for ^Emfree, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^CWhat ^Dothers may ^Gwant for ^Emfree, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^CWhat ^Dothers may ^Gwant for ^Emfree, ^CI'll work ^Dfor your ^Glove