C     Em7  F       Am    Dm         F     G    Am           Em7

Dm        Am        Dm        Dm    G    F           F 

|      4x     |
| C Em7 | F G |

     C            Em7     F  G  C           Em7  F
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
  G     C                    Em7     F  G   C               Em7     F G
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line
  C                           Em7       F
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
          G         C             Em7
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
          Dm              Am              Dm
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
                Am     Dm           Am           Dm        G         | C Em7 | F G | C Em7 | F G |
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo Lane

   C       Em7    F               G    C             Em7   F      G
The Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
C                             Em7   F   G              C            Em7   G
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
 G        C             Em7  F           G      C     Em7     F
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
Dm       Am       Dm Am Dm    F      C | F | C | F |
As we take our stand down in Jungleland

C          G      F             G C                    G  F        G
The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
        C                  G   F         G C                      G   F
They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city light
G       C                       G     F
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike
G         C                         G     F
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
G     C           G   F         G  C            G  F
Until the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy night
    Dm            C          F               G
The street's alive as secret debts are      paid

        Dm          C          F    G
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
     Dm            C          F          G Dm               C            F G
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
    Bb                    C    Dm
The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands
      Bb                                         C Dm      F         C | F | C | F |
That face off against each other out in the street down in Jungleland

|    4x     |       3x    |
| C G | F G | C G F | F G | C G F | F |
C           G    F               G    C               G    F                G       C     

        G   F                G    C                     G    F                 G

 C          F            G     C              F            G      C

  F            G      C             F

Bb                                  F
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
C               Gm                Bb                            F        C
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
F                              C  Gm               Bb                   C
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone

| Eb | Eb | Ab | Eb | Ab | Bb | Eb | Ab | Eb | Ab | Ab | Bb | Eb Bb | Bb | Bb |
| Eb | Eb | Cm  Bb | Cm  Bb | Ab  Bb | Ab Bb | Eb | Bb | Bb | Ab | Cm Bb Cm | G7sus | 
| Ab  Bb | Eb Bb | Eb Bb | Cm Bb | Cm Bb | Ab Bb | Ab Bb | Eb Bb | Ab Bb |

    Eb       Bb       Bb        Bb
Beneath the city two hearts beat
     Cm                        Bb           Cm Bb   Abmaj7   Bb
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
    Abmaj7      Bb     Eb        Bb     Ab   Bb7       Eb
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
                                           Cm        C9sus                    Cm C9sus
The Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
       Abmaj7               Bb             Abmaj7 Bb
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
          Cm                 C            Cm
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

G           Dm           C        F          G7sus
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
  G       Dm              C    F G7sus G  Dm        C
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
            F              G7sus  G   Dm             C         F  G7sus G
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
G           Bb
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
                                Dm                      Bb
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
   Dm7      F       C
Tonight in Jungleland

verse: piano transcribed for 6 string guitar

 C  Em7 F  G  Am Dm Bb Gm Eb Ab Cm G7sus Abmaj7 C9sus Dm7

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