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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
Sandy the fireworks are hailin′ over Little Eden tonight
Forcin′ a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit′s full with switchblade lovers so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin′ all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again Hey Sandy girl, my baby Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white And me I just got tired of hangin′ in them dusty arcades bangin′ them pleasure machines Chasin′ the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag I got on it last night and my shirt got caught And they kept me spinnin′ I didn′t think I′d ever get off Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life on the water Runnin′, laughin′ ′neath the boardwalk with the boss′s daughter I remember, Sandy girl, now baby Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me I spoke with her last night, she said she won′t set themselves on fire for me anymore She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw boppin′ down on the beach with the radio The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with Loverboy out on the Kokomo Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin′ fortunes better than they do For me this boardwalk life for me is through You ought to quit this scene too Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Oh love me tonight and I promise I′ll love you forever |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle (2008)
Sandy the fireworks are hailin′ over Little Eden tonight
Forcin′ a light into all those stoney faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit′s full with switchblade lovers so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin′ all them silly New York virgins by the score Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Love me tonight for I may never see you again Hey Sandy girl, my baby Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white And me I just got tired of hangin′ in them dusty arcades bangin′ them pleasure machines Chasin′ the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag I got on it last night and my shirt got caught And they kept me spinnin′ I didn′t think I′d ever get off Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin′ behind us This pier lights our carnival life on the water Runnin′, laughin′ ′neath the boardwalk with the boss′s daughter I remember, Sandy girl, now baby Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me I spoke with her last night, she said she won′t set themselves on fire for me anymore She worked that joint under the boardwalk, she was always the girl you saw boppin′ down on the beach with the radio The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars, and I saw her parked with Loverboy out on the Kokomo Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin′ fortunes better than they do For me this boardwalk life for me is through You ought to quit this scene too Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us This pier lights our carnival life forever Oh love me tonight and I promise I′ll love you forever |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a trunkload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in for the night my baby and me We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past down There was fifty-seven channels and notin' on Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish So I hopped into town for a satellite dish I tied it to the top of my Japanese car I came home and I pointed it out into the stars A message came back from the great beyond There's fifty-seven channnels and nothin' on Well we might' a made some friends with some billionaires We might' a got all nice and friendly If we'd made it upstairs All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on" So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet And they bsted me for disturbin' the almighty peace Judge said "What you got in your defense son ?" "Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on" I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on Fifty-seven channels and nothin'... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
It's cloudy out in Pittsburgh
It's raining in Saigon Snow's fallin' all across the Michigan line Well she sits by the lights of the Christmas tree With the radio softly on Thinkin' how a good man is so hard to find Well once she had a fella Once she was somebody's girl And she gave all she had that one last time Now there's a little girl asleep in the back room She's gonna have to tell about the meanness in this world And how a good man is so hard to find Well there's pictures on the table by her bed him in his dress greens and her in her wedding white She remembers how the world was the day he left And now how that world is dead And a good man is so hard to find She got time now for Casanovas Yeah those days are gone She don't want that anymore, she's made up her mind just somebody told her As the nights get on When a good man is so hard to find Well she shuts off the TV And without a word Into bed she climbs Well she thinks how it was all so wasted And how expendable their dreams all were When a good man was so hard to find |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
Hear me now!
I was born 13th child, ?neath the 13th moon Spit out all hungry and born anew Daddy drag me to the river tie me in rocks Throw me in where it?s deep and wide I go down, I don?t die Hole in the river bottom, I crawl through Come back kill six brothers and sisters, kill papa too Sway down Mama, sway down low They gonna know me wherever I go Into my bed with her kerosene my mama creep Set my flesh to burning, whilst I sleep I burn, burn, burn, till my soul burn black Black rains fall, I come back, I come back Get down Mama, get down low They gonna know me wherever I go 16 witches, cast 16 spells Make me a guitar outta skin and human skull Sing you a song like the wind in the sandy loam Bring you baby out your happy home Ram?s head, forked tail, clove hoof, love?s my trail I sup on your body, sip on your blood like wine Out world theirs, this world mine So kiss me baby till it hurts God lost in heaven, we lost on earth Sway down Mama, sway down low They gonna know me wherever I go Wherever I go, wherever I go Well I got a brand new lover I love her yes I do, She?s my one and only and her name is Baby Blue ? |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost Of Tom Joad (2000)
Tonight my bag is packed Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks That will lead me across the border Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies Somewhere across the border We'll leave behind my dear The pain and sadness we found here And we'll drink from the Bravo's muddy waters Where the sky grows grey and white We'll meet on the other side There across the border For you I'll build a house High up on a grassy hill Somewhere across the border Where pain and memory Pain and memory have been stilled There across the border And sweet blossoms fills the air Pastures of gold and green Roll down into cool clear waters And in your arms 'neath the open skies I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes There across the border Tonight we'll sing the songs I'll dream of you my corazon And tomorrow my heart will be strong And may the saints' blessing and grace Carry me safely into your arms There across the border For what are we Without hope in our hearts That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters And eat the fruit from the vine I know love and fortune will be mine Somewhere across the border |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
In the summer that I was baptized,
My father held me to his side, As they put me to the water, He said how on that day I cried. We were prisoners of love, a love in chains, He was standin' in the door, I was standin' in the rain, with the same hot blood burning in our veins, Adam raised a Cain. All of the old faces, Ask you why you're back, They fit you with position, And the keys to your daddy's Cadillac, In the darkness of your room, Your mother calls you by your true name, You remember the faces, the places, the names, You know it's never over, it's relentless as the rain, Adam raised a Cain. In the Bible Cain slew Abel And East of Eden he was cast, You're born into this life paying, for the sins of somebody else's past, Daddy worked his whole life, for nothing but the pain, Now he walks these empty rooms, looking for something to blame, You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames, Adam raised a Cain. Lost but not forgotten, from the dark heart of a dream, Adam raised a Cain |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I got the fortunes of heaven in diamonds and gold
I got all the bonds baby that the bank could hold I got houses 'cross the country honey end to end And everybody buddy wants to be my friend Well I got all the riches baby any man ever knew But the only thing I ain't got honey I ain't got you I got a house full of Rembrandt and priceless art And all the little girls they wanna tear me apart When I walk down the street people stop and stare Well you'd think I might be thrilled but baby I don't care 'Cause I got more good luck honey than old King Farouk But the only thing I ain't got baby I ain't got you I got a big diamond watch sittin' on my wrist I try to tempt you baby but you just resist I made a deal with the devil babe I won't deny Until I got you in my arms I can't be satisfied I got a pound of caviar sitting home on ice I got a fancy foreign car that rides like paradise I got a hundred pretty women knockin' down my door And folks wanna kiss me I ain't even seen before I been around the world and all across the seven seas Been paid a king's ransom for doin' what comes naturally But I'm still the biggest fool honey this world ever knew 'Cause the only thing I ain't got baby I ain't got you |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
Said you'd give me just a little kiss
And you'd rock me for a little while Well you'd slip me just a piece of it Listen up little child I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all Said you'd take me for a little dance If you had a little time on your hands Well all I do is push and shove Just to get a little piece of your love I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all Well now I don't wanna be greedy But when it comes to love there ain't no doubt You just ain't gonna get what you want With one foot in bed and one foot out You got to give it all or nothin' at all All or nothin' at all Now I only got a little time So if you're gonna change your mind Then shout out what you're thinkin' of If what you're thinkin' of is love I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want to have it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want it all or nothin' at all I want to give it all or nothin' at all |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I got a dollar in my pocket
there ain't a cloud up above I got a picture in a locket that says baby I love you Well if you didn't look then boys then fellas don't go lookin' now Well here she comes a-walkin' all that heaven will allow Say hey there mister bouncer now all I wanna do is dance But I swear I left my wallet back home in my workin' pants C'mon Slim slip me in man I'll make it up to you somehow I can't be late I got a date with all that heaven will allow Rain and storm and dark skies well now they don't mean a thing If you got a girl that loves you and who wants to wear your ring So c'mon mister trouble we'll make it through you somehow We'll fill this house with all the love all that heaven will allow Now some may wanna die young man young and gloriously Get it straight now mister hey buddy that ain't me 'Cause I got something on my mind that sets me straight and walkin' proud And I want all the time all that heaven will allow |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Devils & Dust(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
I know what it’s like to have failed, baby
With the whole world lookin’ on I know what it’s like to have soared And come crashin’ like a drunk on a bar room floor Now you got no reason to trust me My confidence is a little rusty But if you don’t feel like bein’ alone Baby I could walk you all the way home Well now our old fears and failures Baby they do linger Like the shadow of that ring That was on your finger Those days they’ve come and gone Baby I could walk you all the way home ... Love leaves nothin’ but shadows and vapor We go on, as is our sad nature Now it’s some old Stones’ song the band is trashin’ If you feel like dancin’, baby I’m askin’ It’s comin’ on closing time Bartender he’s ringin’ last call These days I don't stand on pride And I ain’t afraid to take a fall So if you’re seein’ what you like Maybe your first choice, he’s gone Well that’s all right Baby I could walk you all the way home Baby I could walk you all the way home |
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from Bruce Springsteen - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions (2006)
(Welcome friends! Alright, hello New York. Hit it Larry! Alright, we got a... immigrant song for New York City.)
What is this land of America, so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands If you make your home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song Dear, I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands And I made my home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home Come across the water with a fire down below They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land Who will make his home in the American land (For all you travelers out there!) |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
41 shots
41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots 41 shots.... and we'll take that ride 'cross this bloody river to the other side 41 shots... cut through the night You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule Praying for his life Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin 41 shots Lena gets her son ready for school She says "on these streets, Charles You've got to understand the rules If an officer stops you Promise you'll always be polite, that you'll never ever run away Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight" Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes It ain't no secret 41 shots... and we'll take that ride 'Cross this bloody river To the other side 41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood Is it a gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska (1982)
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they′re gettin′ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there′s trouble busin′ in from outta state and the D.A. can′t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin′ commission′s hangin′ on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I′ll stay We′re goin′ out where the sand′s turnin′ to gold so put on your stockin′s baby `cause the night′s getting cold And everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin′ for a job but it′s hard to find Down here it′s just winners and losers and don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I′m tired of comin′ out on the losin′ end So honey last night I met this guy and I′m gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they′re gettin′ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there′s trouble busin′ in from outta state and the D.A. can′t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin′ commission′s hangin′ on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I′ll stay We′re goin′ out where the sand′s turnin′ to gold so put on your stockin′s baby `cause the night′s getting cold And everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin′ for a job but it′s hard to find Down here it′s just winners and losers and don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I′m tired of comin′ out on the losin′ end So honey last night I met this guy and I′m gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they′re gettin′ ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there′s trouble busin′ in from outta state and the D.A. can′t get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin′ commission′s hangin′ on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I′ll stay We′re goin′ out where the sand′s turnin′ to gold so put on your stockin′s baby `cause the night′s getting cold And everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin′ for a job but it′s hard to find Down here it′s just winners and losers and don′t get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I′m tired of comin′ out on the losin′ end So honey last night I met this guy and I′m gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that′s a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth (Chorus) Well now everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay So I drew what I had from the Central Trust And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus (Chorus) Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby `cause the night's getting cold And everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your hair up nice and set up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City Meet me tonight in Atlantic City |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
The ragamuffiin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood ?" That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint. He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint Well that blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell That is, nothin' left that you could sell just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell And I said "Hey kid, you think that's oil ? Man, that ain't oil that's blood." I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm or was he just lost in the flood ? Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare and Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
In my dream, our love was lost
I lived by luck and fate I carried you inside of me Prayed it wouldn't be too late Now I'm standin' on this empty road Where nothin' moves but the wind And, honey, I just wanna be Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again Oh, once I was your treasure And I saw your face in every star But these promises we make at night Oh, that's all they are Unless we fill them with faith and love they're Empty as the howlin' wind And, honey, I just wanna be Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again You came to me with love and kindness But all my life I've been a prisoner of my own blindness I met you with indifference And I don't know why Now I wake from my dream I wake from my dream to this world Where all is shadow and darkness And above me, a dark sky unfurls And all the love I've thrown away and lost I'm longin' for again Now, darlin', I just wanna be Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again Back in your arms Back in your arms again |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything to go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets We swore we'd live forever on the backstreets we take it together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag where dancers scraped the tears Up off the street dressed down in rags running into the darkness Some hurt bad some really dying at night sometimes it seemed You could hear the whole damn city crying blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down you can blame it all on me Terry It don't matter to me now when the breakdown hit at midnight There was nothing left to say but I hated him and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
Lights out tonight,
Trouble in the heartland, Got a head on collision, Smashin' in my guts, man, I'm caught in a cross fire, That I don't understand, I don't give a damn, for the same old played out scenes, I don't give a damn, for just the in betweens, Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now Talk about a dream, try to make it real You wake up in the night, with a fear so real, Spend your life waiting, for a moment that just don't come, Well, don't waste your time waiting, Badlands, you gotta live it everyday, Let the broken hearts stand As the price you've gotta pay, We'll keep pushin' till it's understood, and these badlands start treating us good. Workin' in the fields till you get your back burned, Workin' 'neath the wheel till you get your facts learned, Baby, I got my facts learned real good right now, Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king, And a king ain't satisfied, till he rules everything, I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got I believe in the love that you gave me, I believe in the hope that can save me, I believe in the faith and I pray, that someday it may raise me, Above these badlands Badlands, you gotta live it everyday, Let the broken hearts stand As the price you've gotta pay, We'll keep pushin' till it's understood, and these badlands start treating us good. For the ones who had a notion, A notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands Badlands, you gotta live it everyday, Let the broken hearts stand As the price you've gotta pay, We'll keep pushin' till it's understood, and these badlands start treating us good. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side We'd help each other stay in stride But each lover's steps fall so differently But I'll wait for you And if I should fall behind Wait for me Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true But you and I know what this world can do So let's make our steps clear that the other may see And I'll wait for you If I should fall behind Wait for me Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees I'll wait for you And should I fall behind Wait for me Darlin' I'll wait for you Should I fall behind Wait for me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Ghost Of Tom Joad (2000)
He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ In the cool San Diego evening The services of the border boys He grew up near the Zona Norte With the hustlers and smugglers he hung out with He swallowed their balloons of cocaine Brought 'em across the Twelfth Street strip Sleeping in a shelter If the night got too cold Runnin' from the migra Of the border patrol Past the salvage yard 'cross the train tracks and in through the storm drain they stretched their blankets out 'neath the freeway and each one took a name there was X-man and Cochise Little Spider his sneakers covered in river mud they come north to California end up with the poison in their blood He did what he had to do for the money sometimes he sent home what he could spare the rest went to high-top sneakers and toncho and jeans like the gavachos wear One night the border patrol swept Twelfth Street a big car come fast down the boulevard spider stood caught in its headlights got hit and went down hard As the car sped away Spider held his stomach limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue closed his eyes and listened to the cars rushin' by so fast |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men
Well baby don't put my picture in there with them Don't make us some little girl's dream that can't ever come true That only serves to hurt and make you cry like you do Well baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve better than this, little girl, can't you see that you do Do you need somebody to prove it to you? Well you prove it to me and I'll prove it to you Now every night you go out looking for true love's satisfaction But in the morning you end up settling for just lights, camera, action And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriending You're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending Well girl you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold Cryin' alone in the theater as the credits roll You say I'll be like those other guys Who filled your head with pretty lies And dreams that can never come true Well baby you be true to me And I'll be true to you |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Chimes Of Freedom (1999)
Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading men
Well baby don't put my picture in there with them Don't make us some little girl's dream that can't ever come true That only serves to hurt and make you cry like you do Well baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys home But when the action fades you're left all alone You deserve better than this, little girl, can't you see that you do Do you need somebody to prove it to you? Well you prove it to me and I'll prove it to you Now every night you go out looking for true love's satisfaction But in the morning you end up settling for just lights, camera, action And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriending You're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending Well girl you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold Cryin' alone in the theater as the credits roll You say I'll be like those other guys Who filled your head with pretty lies And dreams that can never come true Well baby you be true to me And I'll be true to you |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around, waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away And I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come For that train to come roarin' 'round the bend I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad, funny ending to find yourself pretending You're a rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight, I'm layin' in your arms, carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby There's better days shining through Now, a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man, my friend, who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turnin' his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby Better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby ??? These are better days, baby Better days are shining through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well my soul checked out missing, as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin' around the bend I got a new suit of clothes, a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days Baby Yeah, there's better days shinin' through These are better days baby Better days with a girl like you Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad, funny endin', to find yourself pretendin' A rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin', when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight I'm layin' in your arms, carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days baby These are better days, it's true These are better days There's better days shinin' through Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man my friend, who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason, for feelin' sorry for himself And turnin' his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven, and just a mile outta hell And I feel like i'm comin' home These are better days baby There's better days shinin' through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days, it's true These are better days baby Better days are shinin' through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around, waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away And I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come For that train to come roarin' 'round the bend I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad, funny ending to find yourself pretending You're a rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight, I'm layin' in your arms, carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby There's better days shining through Now, a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man, my friend, who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turnin' his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby Better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby ??? These are better days, baby Better days are shining through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town (2001)
Well my soul checked out missing, as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come Or that train to come roarin' around the bend I got a new suit of clothes, a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days Baby Yeah, there's better days shinin' through These are better days baby Better days with a girl like you Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad, funny endin', to find yourself pretendin' A rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin', when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight I'm layin' in your arms, carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days baby These are better days, it's true These are better days There's better days shinin' through Now a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man my friend, who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason, for feelin' sorry for himself And turnin' his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven, and just a mile outta hell And I feel like i'm comin' home These are better days baby There's better days shinin' through These are better days Better days with a girl like you These are better days baby These are better days, it's true These are better days baby Better days are shinin' through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town (2001)
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah, just sittin' around, waitin' for my life to begin While it was all just slippin' away And I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come For that train to come roarin' 'round the bend I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose And a woman I can call my friend These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you Well, I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt It's a sad, funny ending to find yourself pretending You're a rich man in a poor man's shirt Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon Your heart like a diamond shone Tonight, I'm layin' in your arms, carvin' lucky charms Out of these hard luck bones These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby There's better days shining through Now, a life of leisure and a pirate's treasure Don't make much for tragedy But it's a sad man, my friend, who's livin' in his own skin And can't stand the company Every fool's got a reason to feelin' sorry for himself And turnin' his heart to stone Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell And I feel like I'm comin' home These are better days, baby There's better days shining through These are better days, baby Better days with a girl like you These are better days, baby These are better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby Better days, it's true These are better days, baby Better days are shining through These are better days, baby ??? These are better days, baby Better days are shining through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree If the bow breaks mama might fall Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall Mama knows 'rithmatic, knows how to take a fall CHORUS And the kids are crying "Flapjacks, make'em fat, early in the mornin' Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" like they're born Well maverick daddy got one-eyed bridge She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide Over hill, over hill, daddy don't you spill now Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill And Billy, he's crying "Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now" The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin' through my dreams now With fire on their fingertips and indian screams With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams Well early in the morning the cannoneer cried "I seen the sailor's warning in the western sky" Well mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me And my darling cried, she said "Honey, the weathervane lately it's been pointing the way to heaven Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys They're busting off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Devils & Dust(Cd+Dvd) (2005)
Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths, names and photos of young black faces,
whose death and blood consecrated these places. Rainey's mother said, "Rainey stay at my side, for you are my blessing you are my pride. It's your love here that keeps my soul alive. I want you to come home from school and stay inside." Rainey'd do his work and put his books away. There was a channel showed a western movie everyday. Lynette brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range and the Seminole scouts who fought the tribes of the Great Plains. Summer come and the days grew long. Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend on. Along a street of stray bullets he made his way, to the warmth of her arms at the end of each day. Come the fall the rain flooded these homes, here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bones, it fell hard and dark to the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up with a man whose business was the boulevard, whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard. In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept. In the day, behind drawn curtains, in Lynette's bedroom he slept. Then she got lost in the days. The smile Rainey depended on dusted away, the arms that held him were no more his home. He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones. In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes. From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side, stood in the dark at his mother's bed, brushed her hair and kissed her eyes. In the twilight Rainey walked to the station along streets of stone. Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on. Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept, as he lay his head back on the seat and slept. He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin' in between. Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone. The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Greetings From Asbury Park N.j (1999)
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin′ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin′ for the hot spot snappin′ his fingers clappin′ his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover′s knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy′s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she′ll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: ″Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that′s where they expect it least″ And some new-mown chaperone was standin′ in the corner all alone watchin′ the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin′ with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he′s gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager′s mister told me I got what it takes She said I′ll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break, And go-cart Mozart was checkin′ out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride, Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin′ backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don′t do it here Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground Asked him which was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep goin′ straight until night, and then boy, you′re on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin′ star was ridin′ in a side car hummin′ a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we′re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complainin′ that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night, Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he′d be all right He was just blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that′s where the fun is |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Greetings From Asbury Park N.j (1999)
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin′ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin′ for the hot spot snappin′ his fingers clappin′ his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover′s knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy′s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she′ll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: ″Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that′s where they expect it least″ And some new-mown chaperone was standin′ in the corner all alone watchin′ the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin′ with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he′s gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager′s mister told me I got what it takes She said I′ll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break, And go-cart Mozart was checkin′ out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride, Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin′ backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don′t do it here Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground Asked him which was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep goin′ straight until night, and then boy, you′re on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin′ star was ridin′ in a side car hummin′ a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we′re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complainin′ that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night, Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he′d be all right He was just blinded by the light Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that′s where the fun is |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Well I came by your house the other day, your mother said you
went away She said there was nothing that I could have done There was nothing nobody could say Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I would have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose We liked the same music we liked the same bands we liked the same clothes We told each other that we were the wildest, the wildest things we'd ever seen Now I wished you would have told me I wished I could have talked to you Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain from the world we hid Now there ain't nobody nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere In some bus or train traveling along In some motel room there'll be a radio playing And you'll hear me sing this song Well if you do you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between And I'm just calling one last time not to change your mind But just to say I miss you baby, good luck goodbye, Bobby Jean |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town (2001)
I'm standing in the backyard, listening to the party inside
Tonight I'm drinking in the forgiveness this life provides The scars we carry remain, but the pain slips away it seems Oh, won't you, baby, be in my book of dreams I'm watching you through the window with your girlfriends from back home You're showing off your dress, there's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh, won't you, baby, be in my book of dreams In the darkness, my fingers slip across your skin, I feel your sweet reply The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high Yeah, just holding you to me as through the window the moonlight streams Oh, won't you, baby, be in my book of dreams Now the ritual begins, and 'neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers The dance floor is alive with beauty, myst'ry and danger We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees Oh, won't you, baby, be in my book of dreams |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Lucky Town (2001)
I'm standing in the backyard Listening to the party Inside Tonight I'm drinkin' in the forgiveness This life provides The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams I'm watchin' you through the window With your girlfriends from back home You're showin' off your dress There's laughter and a toast From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin I feel your sweet reply The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high Just holdin' you to me As through the window the moonlight streams Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams Now the ritual begins 'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers The dance floor is alive with beauty Mystery and danger We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took is when I hit the ground You end up like a dog who's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just coverin' up Born in the USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me!" Went down to see my VA man He said, "Son, you don't understand!" I had a brother at Khe Sahn Fightin' off them Viet Cong They're still there He's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadows of the penitentary Out by the gasfires of the refinery I'm ten years burnin' down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go Born in the USA I was born in the USA Born in the USA I"m a long gone daddy in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA Born in the USA I'm a cool rockin' daddy in the USA |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I got in a little hometown jam And so they put a rifle in my hands Sent me off to Vietnam To go and kill the yellow man Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" I go down to see the V.A. man He said "Son don't you understand" I had a buddy at Khe Sahn Fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a little girl in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years down the road Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run (1975)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Chimes Of Freedom (1999)
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Will you walk with me out on the wire `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta find out how it feels I want to know if love is wild girl I want to know if love is real Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when we're gonna get to that place Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Live In New York City [live] (2001)
In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory In suicide machines Sprung from cages on Highway 9 Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected And steppin' out over the line Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young 'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend I wanna guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims And strap your hands 'cross my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire 'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I wanna know if your love is wild Baby, I wanna know if love is real Beyond the place hemi-powered drones Scream down the boulevard Girls comb their hair in review mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark And kids are huddled on the beach in the mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss One, two, three, four Highway's jammed with broken heroes On a last-chance power drive Everybody's out on the road tonight but There's no place left to hide Together Wendy we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Oh, someday girl I don't know when We're gonna get to that place where really wanna go And we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us, baby we were born to run Tramps like us, baby we were born to run Come on Wendy, tramps like us Baby we were born to run Whoa, ooh Oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
I hold you in my arms
As the band plays What are those words whispered baby Just as you turn away I saw you last night Out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found So tell me what I see When I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise? I heard somebody call your name From underneath our willow I saw something tucked in shame Underneath your pillow Well I've tried so hard baby But I just can't see What a woman like you Is doing with me So tell me who I see When I look in your eyes Is that you baby Or just a brilliant disguise? Now look at me baby Struggling to do everything right And then it all falls apart When out go the lights I'm just a lonely pilgrim I walk this world in wealth I want to know if it's you I don't trust 'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself Now you play the loving woman I'll play the faithful man But just don't look too close Into the palm of my hand We stood at the altar The gypsy swore our future was right But come the wee wee hours Well maybe baby, the gypsy lied So when you look at me You better look hard and look twice Is that me baby Or just a brilliant disguise? Tonight our bed is cold I'm lost in the darkness of our love God have mercy on the man Who doubts what he's sure of |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
I lie in bed but baby I can't sleep no matter how hard I try There's something bad, baby, wrong with me whenever I close my eyes The dreams of Mary keep me awake with every little curve in place When I walk home in the daybreak I pray come back home, baby, won't you give me Darlin' bring on the night, oh yeah darlin', bring on the night Oh now darlin', bring on the night I walk the street, I'm lookin' for romance I end up stumblin' in some stupid half-trance As I watch the lovers mix with circumstance We watch the disco dancers dance I look for connection in some new eyes But for protection they're tranquilized Forbidding close inspection of who's tellin' who Forbidding close inspection of who's tellin' who lies Bring on the night, oh yeah darlin', bring on the night Oh now darlin', bring on the night Is it as simple as it seems I don't know what I'm doin' here, is it as simple as it seems Is it as simple as I fear, well if I'm right... I look for connection in some new eyes But for protection they're tranquilized Forbidding close inspection of who's tellin' who Forbidding close inspection of who's tellin' who Baby of who's tellin' who lies Bring on the night, oh yeah darlin', bring on the night Oh now darlin', bring on the night, oh now darlin', bring on the night Come on darlin', bring on the night Oh now darlin' bring on the night |
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from Bruce Springsteen - 18 Tracks (1999)
Saigon, It was all gone
The same Coke machines As the streets I grew up on Down in a mesquite canyon We come walkin' along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk From the nearest road to town Up here there's too much brush and canyon For the CHP choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin' Just wanna live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Ana's, Man that dry brush'll light Billy Devon got burnt up In his own campfire one winter night We buried his body In the white stone high up along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Had enough of town and the street life Over nothin' you end up On the wrong end of someone's knife Now I don't want no trouble And I ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I came home in '72 You were just a beautiful light In your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down on the tarmac I was just a kid Me and the brothers under the bridge Come Veteran's Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand When they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there And something slips....... |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines As the streets I grew on Down in a mesquite canyon We come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town Up here there's too much brush and canyon For the CHP choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Had enough of town and the street life Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife Now I don't want no trouble And I ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I come home in '72 You were just a beautiul light In your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid Me and the brothers under the bridge Come Veterans' Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand When they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there ... and something slips... |
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from Cowboy Junkies - Early 21st Century Blues (2005)
[Bruce Springsteen cover]
Saigon, it was all gone The same coke machines as the streets i grew on Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town Up here there's too much brush and canyon for the chp choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the santa ana's, man, that dry brush'll light Billy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Had enough of town and the street life Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife Now i don't want no trouble and i ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge I come home in '72 You were just a beautiful light in your mama's dark eyes of blue I stood down on the tarmac, i was just a kid Me and the brothers under the bridge Come veteran's day i sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there . . . Then something slips . . . |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Every spring when the weather gets warm
They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms Driving 455s running hard and strong They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long 'Neath the trestless drinkin' the beer and the wine Now some came on run, some just to pass the time With the brothers under the bridges Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes Now together 'neath the trestless they'd be laughing in the night With the brothers under the bridges Well me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come And we'd lay there in the night talkin' about how we might someday be one Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone Well I'm stittin' down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where I belong Tonight up on Signal Hill I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind send a chill |
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from Bruce Springsteen - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions (2006)
As I was walking down the street
Down the street, down the street A pretty girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon As I was walking down the street Down the street, down the street A pretty little girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon As I was coming down the street Down the street, down the street An ugly little thing I chanced to meet We danced by the light of the moon I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And her knees was a'knockin' and the band kept a'rockin' Well, I danced with a Dolly with a hole in her stocking And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight And we'll dance by the light of the moon |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The River (1999)
Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up your engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur James Dean in that Mercury '49 Junior Johnson runnin' thru the woods of Caroline Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up them engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur Hey, little girlie in the blue jeans so tight Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night You're my last love baby you're my last chance Don't let 'em take me to the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Pulled up to my house today Came and took my little girl away |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The River (1999)
Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up your engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur James Dean in that Mercury '49 Junior Johnson runnin' thru the woods of Caroline Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up them engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur Hey, little girlie in the blue jeans so tight Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night You're my last love baby you're my last chance Don't let 'em take me to the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Pulled up to my house today Came and took my little girl away |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The River (1999)
Well, there she sits buddy justa gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch Eldorado fins, whitewalls and skirts Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up your engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur James Dean in that Mercury '49 Junior Johnson runnin' thru the woods of Caroline Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans-Am All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Open up them engines let 'em roar Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur Hey, little girlie in the blue jeans so tight Drivin' alone through the Wisconsin night You're my last love baby you're my last chance Don't let 'em take me to the Cadillac Ranch Cadillac, Cadillac Long and dark, shiny and black Pulled up to my house today Came and took my little girl away |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
In Candy's room, there are pictures of her heroes on the wall,
but to get to Candy's room, you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall, Strangers from the city, call my baby's number and they bring her toys, When I come knocking, she smiles pretty, she knows I wanna be Candy's boy, There's a sadness hidden in that pretty face, a sadness all her own, from which no man can keep Candy safe. We kiss, my heart's pumpin' to my brain the blood rushes in my veins, when I touch Candy's lips, We go driving, driving deep into the night, I go driving deep into the light, in Candy's eyes. She says, Baby if you wanna be wild, you got a lot to learn, close your eyes, Let them melt, let them fire, let them burn Cause in the darkness, there'll be hidden worlds that shine, When I hold Candy close she makes the hidden worlds mine, She has fancy clothes and diamond rings, She has men who give her anything she wants, but they don't see, That what she wants is me, Oh, and I want her so, I'll never let her go, no, no, no She knows that I'd give all that I got to give, All that I want, all that I live, to make Candy mine Tonight |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Well my name is Catherine LeFevre
I work at the Astrowash on Sunset and Vine I drop my kids at school in the morning And I pick them up at Mary's just 'fore suppertime CHORUS Well I work down at the car wash For a dollar and a dime And mister, I hate my boss It's at the car wash I'm doing my time Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir And I take 'em one by one From Mercedes to VW's I do 'em all and I don't favor none CHORUS Well someday I'll sing in a night club I'll get a million-dollar break A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand And say "Catherine, this has all been some mistake" |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tunnel Of Love (1987)
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code When something caught his eye he'd measure his need And then very carefully he'd proceed Billy met a young girl in the early days of May It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him On his right hand Billy tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride And with his own hands built a great house down by the riverside Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving nights Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness he'd pray For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's name She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep, a thousand miles away He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode When he got there he didn't find nothing but road Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white Filling their room with the beauty of God's fallen light |
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from For Our Children (1999)
Oh, when I was a little kid I never liked to eat, Mama'd put things on my plate, I'd dump them on her feet, But then one day she made this soup, I ate it all in bed, I asked her what she put in it, and this is want she said.: Chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes Monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs Rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toe-nail pies Stir them all together, it's Mama's Soup Surprise. I went into the bathroom and stood beside the sink, I said I'm feeling slightly ill, I think I'd like a drink, Mama said "I've just the thing, I'll get it in a wink, It's full of lots of protein, and vitamins I think.": Chicken lips and lizard hips and alligator eyes Monkey legs and buzzard eggs and salamander thighs Rabbit ears and camel rears and tasty toe-nail pies Stir them all together, it's Mama's Soup Surprise. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Chimes Of Freedom (1999)
Well far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway thunder crashin' As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun Sayin' it may be the chimes of freedom flashin' Flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight And for each and every underdog soldier in the night We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden here while the walls were tightenin' As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin' Yeah tollin' for the rebel yeah tollin' for the raked Tollin' for the luckless the abandoned and forsaked Yeah tollin' for the outcasts burnin' constantly at stakes And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed There's a hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftin' Well electric light still struck like arrows Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin' Well tollin' for the searching ones on this speechless secret trail For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail Yeah we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well starry eyed and laughin' I recall when we were caught Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look Spellbound and swallowed "Has the tollin' ended?" Yeah tollin' for the achin' ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused accused misused strung out ones at worst And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Rising (2002)
It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell I don't believe in the magic But for you I will, for you I will If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool Darlin' for you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through There ain't no storybook story There's no never-ending song Our happily ever after Darlin' Forever come and gone I'm movin' on If I'm gonna believe I'll put my faith Darlin' in you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream With her lover's kiss on her lips Your kiss was taken from me Now all I have is this... Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touch Your heart, your heart, your strength, your strength Your hope, your hope, your faith, your faith Your face, your face, your love, your love Your dream, your dream, your life, your life I'm runnin' through the forest With the wolf at my heels My king is lost at midnight When the tower bells peal We've got no fairytale ending In God's hands our fate is complete Your heaven's here in my heart Our love's this dust beneath my feet Just this dust beneath my feet If I'm gonna live I'll lift my life Darlin' to you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle Darlin' I'm countin' on miracle To come through |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
The times are tough now, just getting tougher
This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more, Cover me, come on and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Human Touch (1992)
First time I crossed my heart
I was beggin' baby, please At your bedside, down on my knees When I crossed my heart I crossed my heart, pretty baby over you Second time I crossed my heart Rain came in from the south I was lyin' there with something sweet and salty in my mouth When I crossed my heart When I crossed my heart When I crossed my heart, pretty darlin' over you Well, you may think the world's black and white And you're dirty or you're clean You better watch out you don't slip Through them spaces in between Where the night gets sticky And the sky gets black I grabbed you, baby, and you grabbed me back And we crossed our hearts We crossed our hearts Yeah, I crossed my heart... Little boys, little girls They know their wrongs from their rights Once you cross your heart You ain't ever supposed to lie Well, life ain't nothin' But a cold hard ride I ain't leavin' 'til I'm satisfied I cross my heart Yeah, I cross my heart Well, I cross my heart, pretty darlin' over you When I crossed my heart |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The River (1999)
My feets were flyin’ down the street just the other night When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c’est magnifique I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street. Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you tonight Sometimes I spot a little stranger standing ’cross the room My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room For one kiss, darling I swear everything I would give Cause you’re a walking, talking reason to live Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you tonight Well now she might be the talk of high society She’s probably got a lousy personality She might be a heiress to Rockefeller She might be a waitress or a bank teller She makes the Venus de Milo look like she’s got no style She makes Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild I need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feet Cause I’ll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout ! Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you tonight |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The River (1999)
My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night
When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c'est magnifique I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street CHORUS Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight Sometimes I spot a little stranger standing 'cross the room My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room For one kiss, darling I swear everything I would give Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live CHORUS Well now she might be the talk of high society She's probably got a lousy personality She might be a heiress to Rockefeller She might be a waitress or a bank teller She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style She make Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild I need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feet Cause I'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout! CHORUS |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Tracks (1999)
Cynthia, when you come walkin' by you're an inspiring sight
Cynthia, you don't smile or say hi but baby that's alright 'Cause I don't need to hold you or taste your kiss I just like knowin', Cynthia, you exist in a world like this Cynthia, when you pass it seems like this whole town drops Cynthia, or maybe it's just me, baby, and these fools stuck here punchin' this clock Well you give us a reason to stop just for a while Stop, stand and salute your style Well now you ain't the finest thing I'll never have And when you go the hurt you leave, baby, it ain't so bad There ain't a man in this whole town who'd say you ain't fine You hear them guys talkin', tell me baby do you mind Well you make us happy, honey, when we feel sad To see something so good in a world gone bad There's still Cynthia Cynthia, no one knows your number, no one knows where you live Cynthia, I wonder do you understand this strange thing you give Well baby is it your style, the mystery in your smile Or just how cool you walk in a world gone wild Tell me if you will, Cynthia Well I gotta be pretty naUve to believe in you I know you ain't ever gonna be my dream come true That's alright, I got other dreams as good as you, Cynthia Yeah now baby, now this ain't no come-on Just walk on, Cynthia, walk on You make me holler, yeah, yeah, alright I said yeah, yeah, alright Well she's a yeah, yeah, alright |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. (1984)
I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there baby, I could use just a little help You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark Message keeps getting clearer radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere baby I just know that there is You can't start a fire you can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark You sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me I'll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry hey baby I'm just about starving tonight I'm dying for some action I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book I need a love reaction come on now baby gimme just one look You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Even if we're just dancing in the dark Hey baby |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town (1978)
They're still racing out at the Trestles,
But that blood it never burned in her veins, Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview, And a style she's trying to maintain. Well, if she wants to see me, You can tell her that I'm easily found, Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge, And tell her, there's a darkness on the edge of town. Everybody's got a secret, Sonny, Something that they just can't face, Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, They carry it with them every step that they take. Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down, Where no one asks any questions, or looks too long in your face, In the darkness on the edge of town. Some folks are born into a good life, Other folks get it anyway, anyhow, I lost my money and I lost my wife, Them things don't seem to matter much to me now. Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop, I'll be on that hill with everything I got, Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost, I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost, For wanting things that can only be found In the darkness on the edge of town. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - In Concert (1997)
They′re still racing out at the Trestles
But that blood it never burned in her veins Now I hear she′s got a house up in Fairview And a style she′s trying to maintain Well if she wants to see me You can tell her that I′m easily found Tell her there′s a spot out `neath Abram′s Bridge And tell her there′s a darkness on the edge of town Everybody′s got a secret Sonny Something that they just can′t face Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it They carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose Cut it loose or let it drag `em down Where no one asks any questions Or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town Some folks are born into a good life Other folks get it anyway anyhow I lost my money and I lost my wife Them things don′t seem to matter much to me now Tonight I′ll be on that hill `cause I can′t stop I′ll be on that hill with everything I got Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost I′ll be there on time and I′ll pay the cost For wanting things that can only be found In the darkness on the edge of town |
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