Bruce Springsteen Lyrics
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Reason To Believe
Born In The USA
I'm On Fire
Glory Days
Streets Of Philadelphia
Tweeter And The Monkey Man
How Can I Keep From Singing
Gypsy Biker
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch
He's
lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car door flung open he's
standin' out on highway 31
Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and
run
Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me
At the end of every hard earned
day people find some reason to believe
Now mary lou loved johnny with a love mean
and true
She said baby I'll work for you every day and bring my money home to you
One
day he up and left her and ever since that
She waits down at the end of that dirt road
for young johnny to come back
Struck me kinda funny seemed kind of funny sir to
me
How at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to
believe
Take a baby to the river kyle william they called him
Wash the baby in
the water take away little kyle's sin
In a whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes
away
Take his body to the graveyard and over him they pray
Lord won't you tell us
tell us what does it mean
Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some
reason to believe
Congregation gathers down by the riverside
Preacher stands with
his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride
Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a
weepin' willow tree
Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so
effortlessly
Lord and he's wonderin' where can his baby be
Still at the end of every
hard earned day people find some reason to believe
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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....
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said 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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Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all
alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
Can
he do to you the things that I do
I can take you higher
I'm on fire
Sometimes
it's like someone took a knife baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley
Through
the middle of my soul
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a
freight train running through the
Middle of my head
Only you can cool my
desire
I'm on fire
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I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could
throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at
this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down
had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was
Chorus:
Glory days well
they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory
days
Well there's a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn
all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after
she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband bobby well they split up
I guess it's two
years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
She says when she
feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about
Chorus
My old man
worked 20 years on the line
And they let him go
Now everywhere he goes out looking
for work
They just tell him that he's too old
I was 9 nine years old and he was
working at the
Metuchen ford plant assembly line
Now he just sits on a stool down at
the legion hall
But I can tell what's on his mind
Glory days yeah goin
back
Glory days aw he ain't never had
Glory days, glory days
Now I think I'm
going down to the well tonight
And I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope
when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just
sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of, well time slips away
And
leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of glory days
Chorus (repeat
twice)
Assorted all rights, oh yeahs, come on nows, hoots, etc til fade
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I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
What I felt
I was
unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own
face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
WastinŽaway
On the streets of
philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices
of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and
whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia
Ain't no angel gonna greet
me
It's just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a
thousand miles
Just to slip the skin
The night has fallen, I'm lyin'awake
I
can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we
leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia
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Tweeter and the monkey man were hard up for cash,
They stayed up all
night selling cocaine and hash,
To an undercover cop who had a sister named jan.
For
reasons unexplained she loved the monkey man.
Tweeter was a boy scout 'fore she went
to vietnam,
And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn.
They knew that they
found freedom just across the jersey line,
So they hopped into a stolen car, took
highway 99.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when
they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
The undercover cop never liked
the monkey man,
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can.
Jan got
married at fourteen to a racketeer named bill,
She made secret calls to the monkey man
from a mansion on the hill.
It was out on thunder road, tweeter at the
wheel,
They crashed into paradise, they could hear them tires squeal.
The undercover
cop pulled up and said everyone of you's a liar,
If you don't surrender now it's gonna
go down to the wire.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw
them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
An ambulance rolled
up, a state-trooper close behind,
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his
mind.
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree,
Near the souvenir stand, by the
old abandoned factory.
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit,
He was
taking the whole thing personal, he didn't care about the loot.
Jan had told him many
times, it was you to me who taught
In jersey anything's legal, as long as you don't get
caught.
And the walls came down,
All the way to hell.
Never saw them when
they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Some place by rahwey prison they
ran out of gas,
The undercover cop had cornered them, said,
Boy you didn't think this
could last?
Jan jumped out of bed, said, there's someplace I gotta go.
She took the
gun out of the drawer, said, it's best that you don't know.
The undercover cop was
found face down in a field,
The monkey man was on the river bridge, using tweeter as a
shield.
Jan said to the monkey man, I'm not fooled by tweeter's curl,
I knew him long
before he became a jersey girl.
And the walls came down,
All the way to
hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Now
the town of jersey city is quieting down again,
I'm sitting in a gambling club called
the lion's den.
The tv set was blown up, every bit of it is gone,
Ever since the
nightly news showed that the monkey man was on.
I guess I'll go to florida and get
myself some sun,
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been
done.
Sometimes I think of tweeter, sometimes I think of jan,
Sometimes I don't think
about nothing but the monkey man.
And the walls came down,
All the way to
hell.
Never saw them when they're standing,
Never saw them when they fell.
Bruce Springsteen Lyrics
My life flows on in endless song
Above earth's lamentation
I hear the real, thought far off hymn
That hails the new creation
Above the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It sounds an echo in my soul
How can I keep from singing?
What through the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth
What through the darkness round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is lord of Heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death-knell ringing,
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dungeon vile
Our thoughts to them are winging
When friends by shame are undefiled,
How can I keep from singing?
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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
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
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