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from Bruce Springsteen - Save My Love [single] (2010)
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Now there's something coming through the air that softly reminds me Tonight I'll park out on the hill and wait until they find me Here slipping through the ether, a voice is coming through So keep me in your heart tonight and I'll save my love for you. So turn up your radio and, darling, dial me in close We're riding on the airwaves and we're traveling coast to coast Over river and highway, your voice comes clear and true Though we're far apart tonight, I'll save my love for you. Hold me in your arms and our doubts won't break us If we open up our hearts, love won't forsake us Let's let the music take us and carry us home. There's a prayer coming through the air like a shot straight through my heart Tearing open the evening sky, tearing me apart Now I'll ride that signal down the line till I'm home again with you So turn up your radio and I'll save my love for you Turn up your radio and I'll save my love for you. |
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from People Speak [ost] (2009)
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight But where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand Or decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes, Mom, you'll see me." The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad |
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from John Fogerty - The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again (2009)
I've been cheated, been mistreated
When will I be loved? I've been pushed down, I've been pushed 'round When will I be loved? When I find a new girl that I want for mine She always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time. I've been made blue, I've been lied to When will I be loved? When I find a new girl that I want for mine She always breaks my heart in two, it happens every time. I've been cheated, been mistreated When will I be loved? When will I be loved? Tell me, when will I be loved? |
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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 - Working On A Dream (2009)
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
I was standing by the river Where the cold black water runs I was standing by the river Where the cold black water runs I had my good eye to the dark And my blind eye to the sun I had all of the riches I had each and every one I had all of the riches I had each and every one I had my good eye to the dark And my blind eye to the sun Well I swore you were my darling Yeah, you were the only one Since I swore you were my darling You were the only one Had my good eye to the dark And my blind eye to the sun Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
With you I don't hear the minutes ticking by
I don't feel the hours as they fly I don't see the summer as it wanes Just a subtle change of light upon your face Walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away This is our kingdom of days I watched the sun as it rises and sets I watched the moon trace its arc with no regret My jacket 'round your shoulders, the falling leaves The wet grass on our backs as the autumn breeze drifts through the trees Walk away, walk away, walk away, walk away This is our kingdom of days This is our kingdom of days I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I do You whisper "Then prove it, then prove it, then prove it, to me baby." When I count my blessings and you're mine for always We laughed beneath the covers and count the wrinkles and the grays Sing away, sing away, sing away, sing away Sing away, sing away, my darling, we'll sing away This is our kingdom of days This is our kingdom of days This is our kingdom of days This is our kingdom of days This is our kingdom of days |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
We met down in the valley, where the wine of love and destruction flows
There in that curve of darkness where flowers of temptation grow I left the rest for the others it was you and nothing else You felt so good to me baby, as good as life itself You were life itself, rushing over me Life itself, the wind in the black elms Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you I knew you were in trouble, anyone could tell You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell You squandered all your riches, your love, your beauty and your wealth Like you had no further use for, for life itself You were life itself, rushing over me Life itself, the wind in the black elms Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you Why the things that we treasure most slip away in time 'Til to the music we grow deaf and to god's beauty blind Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart 'Til we fall away in our own darkness, stranger to our own hearts And to life itself, rushing over me Life itself, the wind in the black elms Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you So here's one for the road Here's one to your health And to life itself, rushing over me Life itself, the wind in the black elms Life itself, in your heart and in your eyes I can't make it without you Life itself Life itself Life itself Life itself |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
In the room where fortune falls
On a day when chance is all In the dark of fierce exile I felt the grace of your smile Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day When I see strong hearts give way To the burdens of the day To the weary hands of time Where fortune is not kind Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day Whoa! [Guitar solo] [Sax solo] I've waited at your side I've carried the tears you've cried But to win, darlin' we must play So don't hide your heart away Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day Whoa! |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail
At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet All he said was, "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete "I'm Outlaw Pete, "I'm Outlaw Pete, "Can you hear me?" At 25 a Mustang pony he did steal and he rode around and 'round on Heaven's wheel "Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw, killer and a thief "and I slow down only to sow my grief. "I'm Outlaw Pete, "I'm Outlaw Pete, "Can you hear me?" He cut his trail of tears across the countryside and where he went, women wept and men died One night he awoke from a vision of his own death Saddled his pony and rode out deep into the west Met a Navajo girl and settled down on the res' and as the smoke fell, he held that beautiful daughter to his chest "I'm Outlaw Pete, "I'm Outlaw Pete, "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me?" Out of the east on an Irish stallion came Bounty Hunter Dan, his heart quickened and burdened by the need to get his man. He found Pete peaceful and fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the drop. He said, "Pete, you think you've changed, but you have not." He cocked his pistol, pulled the trigger, and shouted, "Let it stop!" He drew a knife from his boot, threw it and pierced Dan through the heart. Dan smiled as he lay in his own blood dying in the sun. Whispered in Pete's ear, "We cannot undo these things we've done. "You're Outlaw Pete, "You're Outlaw Pete, "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me?" For 40 days and nights Pete rode and did not stop till he sat high upon an icy mountaintop. He watched a hawk on a desert updraft slip and slide. Moved to the edge and dug his spurs deep into his pony's side. Some say Pete and his pony vanished over the edge. Some say they remain frozen high upon that icy ledge. A young Navajo girl washes in the river, skin so fair and braids a piece of Pete's buckskin chaps into her hair. "Outlaw Pete "Outlaw Pete "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me? "Can you hear me?" |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
There's a wonderful world where all you desire
and everything you've longed for is at your fingertips, where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips, where aisles and aisles of dreams await you, the cool promise of ecstasy fills the air. At the end of each working day she's waiting there. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. As the evening sky turns blue, a dream awaits in aisle number two. With my shopping cart I move through the heart of a sea of fools so blissfully unaware that they're in the presence of something wonderful and rare. The way she moves behind the counter. Beneath her white apron her secrets remain hers. As she bag the groceries, her eyes so bored and sure she's unobserved. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. There's nothing I can say. Each night I take my groceries and I drift away. And I drift away. Guidance from the gods above. At night I pray for the strength to tell her why I love, I love, I love, I love her so. Take my place in the checkout line till one moment, her eyes meet mine and lift it up, lift it up, lift it up, lift it up. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. Though a company cap covers her hair, nothing can hide the beauty waiting there The beauty waiting there. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. As I lift my groceries into my car I turn back for a moment and catch a smile that blows this whole fuckin' place apart. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
Well surprise surprise surprise Yeah surprise surprise surprise Well surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down Well surprise surprise surprise Yeah surprise surprise surprise Well surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down Well today is your birthday We've traveled so far we two So let's blow out the candles on your cake And we'll raise a glass or two And when the sun comes out tomorrow It'll be the start of a brand new day And all that you have wished for I have know will come your way Well surprise surprise surprise Yeah surprise surprise surprise Well surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down In the hollow of the evening as you lay your head to rest May the evening stars scatter a shining crown upon your breast In the darkness of the morning as the sky struggles to light May the rising sun caress and bless your soul throughout your life Well surprise surprise surprise Yeah surprise surprise surprise Well surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down Well surprise surprise surprise Yeah surprise surprise surprise Well surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down let your love shine down Let your love shine down Surprise surprise come on open your eyes And let your love shine down |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free? If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making its way down the street? If you've ever seen a one-legged dog then you've seen me Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more? Tell me can you ask for anything more? Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat? If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze? If you've ever seen a one-armed man then you've seen me Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more? Tell me can you ask for anything more? These things that have comforted me, I drive away This place that is my home I cannot stay My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free? If you've ever seen a one-legged man then you've seen me |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
A bang then stardust in your eyes
A billion years for just this night In a way it will be alright A blackness then the light of a million stars As you slip into in my car The evening sky strikes sparks This life, this life and then the next With you I have been blessed What more can you expect At night at my telescope alone This emptiness I've roamed Searching for a home The stars, a brief string of shining charms Rushing in right out of our arms Into the drifting dark This life, this life and then the next With you I have been blessed What more can you expect This life, this life and then the next I finger the hem of your dress My universe at rest We reach for starlight all night long But gravity is too strong Chained to this earth we go on and on and on and on and on Then a million sighs cresting were you stood A beauty in the neighborhood This lonely planet never looked so good This life, this life and then the next With you I have been blessed What more can you expect This life, this life and then the next I finger the hem of your dress My universe at rest |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
Where the cold wind blows
Tomorrow never knows Where your sweet smile goes Tomorrow never knows You and me we've been standing here, my dear Waiting for that time to come Where the green grass grows Tomorrow never knows In the field your long hair flows Down by the tail end of the tracks Beneath the water tower I carried you on my back Over the rusted spikes of that highway of steel When no more thunder sounds Where the turn goes Tomorrow never knows Well he who waits for the day's riches will be lost In the whispering tide Where the river flows Tomorrow never knows |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
There's a pillar in the temple where I carved your name
There's a soul sitting sad and blue Now the remedies you've taken are all in vain Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Darling I can't stop the rain Or turn your black sky blue Well let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Well now our truth lay shattered, we stood at world's end There's a dead sun rose in view As if any of this matters, a kiss my friend Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Darling we can't stop this train When it comes crashing through But let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do On the bench you lie all is nails and rust And the love you've given's turned ashes and dust When the hope you've gathered's drifted to the wind It's you and I now, friend (you and I now, friend) You and I now, friend Here our memory lay corrupted and our city lay dry Let me make this vow to you Here where it's blood for blood and an eye for an eye Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Here we bear the mark of Cain But let the light shine through Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do Let me show you what love can do |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (2009)
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely I think of you and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling I straighten the back and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Come on! I'm working on a dream Though sometimes it feels so far away I'm working on a dream And I know it will be mine someday Rain pourin' down, I swing my hammer My hands are rough from working on a dream I'm working on a dream Let's go! I'm working on a dream Though trouble can feel like it's here to stay I'm working on a dream Well our love will chase trouble away Alright! [whistling interlude] That's professional whistling right there! I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream Our love will make it real someday The sun rise up, I climb the ladder The new day breaks and I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Hey! I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream Our love will make it real someday I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream And our love will make it real someday |
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from Bruce Springsteen - My Lucky Day [single] (2008)
In the room where fortune falls
On a day when chance is all In the dark of fierce exile I felt the grace of your smile Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day When I see strong hearts give way To the burdens of the day To the weary hands of time Where fortune is not kind Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day Whoa! [Guitar solo] [Sax solo] I've waited at your side I've carried the tears you've cried But to win, darlin' we must play So don't hide your heart away Honey, you're my lucky day Baby, you're my lucky day Well I lost all the other bets I made Honey, you're my lucky day Whoa! |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream (Single) (2008)
Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely
I think of you and i'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Now the cards i've drawn's a rough hand, darling I straighten the back and i'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Come on! I'm working on a dream Though sometimes it feels so far away I'm working on a dream And i know it will be mine someday Rain pourin' down, i swing my hammer My hands are rough from working on a dream I'm working on a dream Let's go! I'm working on a dream Though trouble can feel like it's here to stay I'm working on a dream Well our love will chase trouble away Alright! [whistling interlude] That's professional whistling right there! I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream Our love will make it real someday The sun rise up, i climb the ladder The new day breaks and i'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream I'm working on a dream Hey! I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream Our love will make it real someday I'm working on a dream Though it can feel so far away I'm working on a dream And our love will make it real someday |
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from Body Of War: Songs That Inspired An Iraq War Veteran [best, ost] (2008)
I got my finger on the trigger
But I don’t know who to trust When I look into your eyes There’s just devils and dust We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie Home’s a long, long way from us I feel a dirty wind blowing Devils and dust I got God on my side And I’m just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a powerful thing, It can turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul And fill it with devils and dust Well I dreamed of you last night In a field of blood and stone The blood began to dry The smell began to rise Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie In a field of mud and bone Your blood began to dry And the smell began to rise We’ve got God on our side We’re just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a powerful thing, baby It’ll turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] Now every woman and every man They wanna take a righteous stand Find the love that God wills And the faith that He commands I’ve got my finger on the trigger And tonight faith just ain’t enough When I look inside my heart There’s just devils and dust Well I’ve got God on my side And I’m just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear’s a dangerous thing It can turn your heart black you can trust It’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust Yeah it’ll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] |
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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 - The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle (2008)
Sparks fly on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot
All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Them schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night The teenage tramps in skintight pants do the E Street dance and everything's all right Well the kids down there are either dancing or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street brats in twilight duel flash like phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad since Power Thirteen gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's death in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Little Angel says, "Oh, oh, everybody form a line Oh, oh, everybody form a line" Sparks light on E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes when they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E StreetShuffle As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene All the kids are dancin' |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle (2008)
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry" Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein" Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed each other good-bye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on She says "Those romantic young boys All they ever want to do is fight" Those romantic young boys They're callin' through the window "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe |
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from Bruce Springsteen - The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle (2008)
Catlong sighs holding Kitty's black tooth
She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in Jack Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle She goes running nightly, lightly through the jungle And them tin cans are explodin' out in the ninety-degree heat Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street It's sad but it sure is true Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs OOh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? OOh, what can I do, ooh what can I do? Catlong lies back bent on a trash can, Flashing lights cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man Well you better learn to move fast when you're young or you're not long around Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound So get right, get tight, get down Well who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Kitty's back in town, here she comes now Kitty's back in town Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue And that she left him for a city dude But she's so soft, she's so blue When he looks into her eyes He just sits back and sighs Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? |
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Billy he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall or baby don't walk at all Fish lady, oh fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They ain't got no money And they're so easy I said "Hey, baby Won't you take my hand Walk with me down Broadway Well mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway" I'm a young man, I talk it real loud Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you Ah so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away your city life Hook up to the train And hook up to the night train Hook it up Hook up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin' |
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Spread out now Rosie doctor come cut loose her mama′s reins
You know playin′ blind man′s bluff is a little baby′s game You pick up Little Dynamite I′m gonna pick up Little Gun And together we′re gonna go out tonight and make that highway run You don′t have to call me lieutenant Rosie and I don′t want to be your son The only lover I′m ever gonna need′s your soft sweet little girl′s tongue and Rosie you′re the one Dynamite′s in the belfry playin′ with the bats Little Gun′s downtown in front of Woolworth′s tryin′ out his attitude on all the cats Papa′s on the corner waitin′ for the bus Mama she′s home in the window waitin′ up for us She′ll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know we ain′t gonna come I ain′t here for business, I′m only here for fun Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain′t no liar, Rosalita you′re my stone desire Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knees Willie you know they′re gonna be there Ah sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billie they′ll be comin′ up for air We′re gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool Stay out all night it′s gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor Closets are for hangers winners use the door Rosalita jump a little... Now I know your mama she don′t like me `cause I play in a rock and roll band And I know your daddy he don′t dig me but he never did understand Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room I′m comin′ to lend a hand I′m comin′ to liberate you confiscate you I want to be your man Someday we′ll look back on this and it will all seem funny But now you′re sad your mama′s mad And your papa says he knows that I don′t have any money Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance Because a record company Rosie just gave me a big advance My tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy My machine she′s a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Hold on tight stay up all night `cause Rosie I′m comin′ on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There′s a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back room strummin′ So hold tight baby `cause don′t you know daddy′s comin′ Rosalita jump a little... |
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The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade And circus town's on the shortwave The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall Oh God save the human cannonball. And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist, And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven" A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin Runnin' home to some small Ohio town Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire, And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors To his dimly lit trailer And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you want to try the big top?" All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop. |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Magic (2007)
Remember the morning we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made" Somebody made a bet, somebody paid The cool desert morning and nothing to save Just metal and plastic where your body caved The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin Voice says "don't worry, I'm here Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear" House on a quiet street, a home for the brave A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face Rising from a long night as dark as the grave On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith On a morning to order a breakfast to make A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart The beat of your heart, the beat of your heart The beat of your heart, the beat of her heart The beat of your heart, the slow burning away Of the bitter fires of the devil's arcade |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Magic (2007)
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue Lovers they walk by Holdin' hands two by two A breeze crosses the porch Bicycle spokes spin 'round Jacket's on, I'm out the door Tonight I'm gonna burn this town down And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by Kid's rubber ball smacks Off the gutter 'neath the lamp light Big bank clock chimes Off go the sleepy front porch lights Downtown the store's alive As the evening's underway Things been a little tight But I know they're gonna turn my way And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by Frankie's Diner's Over on the edge of town Neon sign spinnin' round Like a cross over the lost and found Fluorescent lights Flicker above Bob's Grill Shaniqua brings a coffee and asks "fill?" And says "penny for your thoughts now my poor Bill" She went away She cut me like a knife Had a beautiful thing Maybe you just saved my life In just a glance Down here on Magic Street Love's a fool's dance I ain't got much sense but I still got my feet And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by And the girls in their summer clothes In the cool of the evening light The girls in their summer clothes Pass me by La la la la, la la la la la la la La la la la, la la la la la la la La la la la, la la la la la la la La la la la, la la la la la la la |
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The speculators made their money on the blood you shed
Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and clothes Ain't nobody talkin' because everybody knows We pulled your cycle up back the garage and polished up the chrome* Our gypsy biker coming home Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone This old town's been rousted, which side you on? They would march up over the hill, this old fools parade Shouting victory for the righteous for you must hear the grace Ain't nobody talkin', but just waiting on the phone Gypsy biker coming home Whoa! We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine The spring hot desert wind rushed down on us all the way back home To the dead, well it don't matter much 'bout who's wrong or right You asked me that question, I didn't get it right You slipped into your darkness, now all that remains Is my love for you brother, life's still unchanged To him that threw you away, you ain't nothing but gone My gypsy biker's coming home And now I'm out countin' white lines Countin' white lines and getting stoned My gypsy biker's coming home Whoa! La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la |
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We took the highway till the road went black
We marked Truth Or Consequences on our map* A voice drifted up from the radio We saw the voice from long ago Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The kids asleep in the backseat We're just countin' the miles you and me We don't measure the blood we've drawn anymore We just stack the bodies outside the door Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The wise men were all fools What to do The sun sets in flames as the city burns Another day gone down as the night turns And I hold you here in my heart As things fall apart A downtown window flushed with light Faces of the dead at five (faces of the dead at five) A martyr's silent eyes Petition the drivers as we pass by Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Darlin' your tyrants and kings form the same fate Strung up at your city gates And you're the last to die for a mistake |
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Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong You just slipped something into my palm and you were gone I could smell the same deep green of summer 'Bove me the same night sky was glowin' In the distance I could see the town where I was born It's gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home A long walk home In town I pass Sal's grocery Barber shop on South Street I looked in their faces They're all rank strangers to me Well, Veteran's Hall high upon the hill Stood silent and alone The diner was shuttered and boarded With a sign that just said "gone" It's gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home It's gonna be a long walk home Here everybody has a neighbor Everybody has a friend Everybody has a reason to begin again My father said "Son, we're lucky in this town It's a beautiful place to be born It just wraps its arms around you Nobody crowds you and nobody goes it alone" "Your flag flyin' over the courthouse Means certain things are set in stone Who we are, what we'll do, and what we won't" It's gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home It's gonna be a long walk home It's gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me Gonna be a long walk home It's gonna be a long walk home It's gonna be a long walk home |
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I got a coin in my palm
I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I'll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in my hat If you wanna come and see This is what we'll be This is what we'll be I got shackles on my wrists Soon I'll slip 'em and be gone Chain me in a box in the river And I'll rise singin' this song Trust none of what you hear And less of what you see This is what we'll be This is what we'll be I got a shiny saw blade All I need's a volunteer I'll cut you in half While you're smilin' ear to ear And the freedom that you sought's Drifting like a ghost amongst the trees This is what we'll be This is what we'll be Now there's a fire down below But it's coming up here So leave everything you know Carry only what you fear On the road the sun is sinkin' low There's bodies hangin' in the trees This is what we'll be This is what we'll be |
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I was trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone Bouncing off a satellite Crushing the last lone American night (Chorus:) This is Radio Nowhere Is there anybody alive out there This is Radio Nowhere Is there anybody alive out there I was sitting around a dead dial Just another lost number in a file Dancing down a dark hole (some say it’s “Been in some kind of dark cove”) Just a-searching for a world with some soul (Chorus) I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I want a thousand guitars I want pounding drums I want a million different voices Speaking in tongues (Chorus) I was driving through the misty rain Just a-searching for a mystery train Bopping through the wild blue Trying to make a connection with you (Chorus) I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear your rhythm I just wanna hear your rhythm (repeat until end) |
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You can't sleep at night
You can't dream your dream Your fingerprints on file Left clumsily at the scene Your own worst enemy has come to town Your own worst enemy has come to town Yesterday the people were at ease Baby slept in peace You closed your eyes and saw her You knew who you were Now your own worst enemy has come to town Your own worst enemy has come Your world keeps turnin' 'round and 'round But everything is upside down Your own worst enemy has come to town There's a face you know Staring back from the shop window The condition you're in Now you just can't get out of this skin The times they got too clear So you removed all the mirrors Once the family felt secure Now no one's very sure Your own worst enemy has come to town Your own worst enemy has come Everything is falling down Your own worst enemy has come to town Your own worst enemy has come Everything is falling down Your own worst enemy has come to town Your flag it flew so high It drifted into the sky |
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from Bruce Springsteen - Radio Nowhere [Single] (2007)
I was trying to find my way home
But all I heard was a drone Bouncing off a satellite Crushing the last lone American night (Chorus:) This is Radio Nowhere Is there anybody alive out there This is Radio Nowhere Is there anybody alive out there I was sitting around a dead dial Just another lost number in a file Dancing down a dark hole (some say it’s “Been in some kind of dark cove”) Just a-searching for a world with some soul (Chorus) I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I want a thousand guitars I want pounding drums I want a million different voices Speaking in tongues (Chorus) I was driving through the misty rain Just a-searching for a mystery train Bopping through the wild blue Trying to make a connection with you (Chorus) I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear some rhythm I just wanna hear your rhythm I just wanna hear your rhythm (repeat until end) |
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House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don′t know just where I′m going tonight Out where the sky′s been cleared by a good hard rain There′s somebody callin′ my secret name I′m going down to Lucky Town Going down to Lucky Town I wanna lose these blues I′ve found Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots But that coat always had a thread hangin′ loose Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise It led me right past your house and on over the rise I′m going down to Lucky Town Down to Lucky Town I′m gonna lose these blues I′ve found Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town I had some victory that was just failure in deceit Now the joke′s comin′ up through the soles of my feet I been a long time walking on fortune′s cane Tonight I′m steppin′ lightly and feelin′ no pain Well here′s to your good looks baby now here′s to my health Here′s to the loaded places that we take ourselves When it comes to luck you make your own Tonight I got dirt on my hands but I′m building me a new home Down in Lucky Town Down in Lucky Town I′m gonna lose these blues I′ve found Down in Lucky Town |
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When I get home from my job I turn on my TV
But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night, oh, I can't get no sleep So I turn on my radio But the only sound I hear is you whisperin' in my ear The words that you used to say Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this girl Got the fever, oh, I've got the fever Nothing that a po' boy can do When he's got the fever for this girl Got the fever, oh, I've got the fever Left this little boy blue I can remember coming home See you standing at the stove With the dishes on the table Dinner ready to go We'll maybe go out to a movie show Something that you like to see Well now you are my sun in the morning And my moon at night I think about you baby I feel alright Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this girl |
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(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 - 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 - We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions (2006)
Paul and Silas were bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Paul and Silas thought they were lost Dungeon shook and the chains come off Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Freedom's name is mighty sweet And soon we're goin' to meet Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I got my hand on the gospel plow Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only chains that a man can stand Is that chains of hand on hand Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on I'm gonna board that big greyhound Carry the love from town to town Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Now only thing I did was wrong Stayin' in the wilderness too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was wrong Staying in the wilderness much too long Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on The only thing we did was right Was the day we started to fight Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Hold on, hold on Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on Ain't been to heaven but I been told Streets up there are paved with gold |
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Subject : Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler
