Born in the
U.S.A. By
Bruce Springsteen Born in the U.S.A. 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.
Cover
Me 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
Darlington
County Driving into Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of
July Driving into
Darlington County Lookin' for some work on the county
line We drove down
from New York City Where the girls are pretty but they just wanna know
your name Driving
into Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of
Wayne's We drove
eight hundred miles without seeing a cop We got rock'n'roll music blasting
off the t-top
Singing sha-la la, sha la la la la la sha-la la la la la
la sha-la la, sha-la
la la la la sha-la
la la la la la
Hey little girl, standing on the corner Today's your lucky day for shure,
all right Me and my
buddy, we're from New York City We got two hundred dollars, we want
to rock all night Girl, you're lookin' at two big
spenders Why, the
world don't know what me and Wayne might do Our pa's each own one of the World
Trade Centers For a
kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you C'mon baby, take a seat on the
fender, it's a long night Tell me, what else were you gonna do? Just me and you, we could
...
(Chorus)
Little girl, sittin' in the window Ain't seen my buddy in seven
days County man
tells me the same thing He don't work, and he don't get paid Little girl, you're so young and
pretty Walk with me
and you can have your way Then we'll leave this Darlington City For a ride down that Dixie
Highway
(Chorus)
Driving out of Darlington County My eyes seen the glory of the coming
Lord Driving out of
Darlington County Seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state
trooper's Ford (Chorus)
Working on the Highway Friday night's pay night guys fresh
out of work Talking
about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families
some looking to get hurt Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their
shirts I work for
the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me
by In my head I keep
a picture of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a
better life than this Working on the highway laying down the
blacktop Working on
the highway all day long I don't stop Working on the highway blasting
through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the
highway I met her at
a dance down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers
back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking down the union
tracks One day I
looked straight at her and she looked straight
back Working on the
highway... I saved
up my money and I put it all away I went to see her daddy but we
didn't have much to say "Son can't you see that she's just a little
girl She don't know
nothing about this cruel cruel world" We lit out down to Florida we got
along all right One
day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black
and white The
prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that
day And the judge
got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work
bell clang Me and
the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road
gang Working on the
highway...
Downbound
Train I had
a job, I had a girl I had something going mister in this
world I got laid off
down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the
carwash Where all it
ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound
train She just said
"Joe I gotta go We
had it once we ain't got it any more" She packed her bags left me
behind She bought a
ticket on the Central Line Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle
whining I feel her
kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound
train Last night I
heard your voice You
were crying, crying, you were so alone You said your love had never
died You were
waiting for me at home Put on my jacket, I ran through the
woods I ran till I
thought my chest would explode There in the clearing, beyond the
highway In the
moonlight, our wedding house shone I rushed through the yard, I burst
through the front door My head pounding hard, up the stairs I
climbed The room was
dark, our bed was empty Then I heard that long whistle whine And I dropped to my knees, hung my
head and cried Now I
swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang Knocking down them cross ties,
working in the rain Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound
train
I'm on
Fire 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 tooh a knife baby edgy and dull and cut a six-inch
valley through the
middle of my skull 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
No
Surrender We busted out of class had to get away from those
fools We learned
more from a three-minute record than we ever learned in
school Tonight I
heart the neighborhood drummer sound I can feel my heart begin to
pound You say you're
tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your
dreams
down We made a
promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat, believe me, no
surrender Like
soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to
defend No retreat,
believe me, no surrender Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire
grow cold We swore
blood brothers against the wind I'm ready to grow young
again And hear your
sister's voice calling us home across the open
yards Believin' we
could cut someplace of our own With these drums and these
guitars We made a
promise we swore we'd always remember No retreat, believe me, no
surrender Blood
brothers in the stormy night with a vow to
defend No retreat,
believe me, no surrender Now on the street tonight the lights grow
dim The walls of my
room are closing in There's a war outside still raging you say it ain't
ours anymore to win We could sleep in the twilight by the river
side With a wide
open country in our hearts And these romanics dreams in our heads We made a promise...
Bobby
Jean 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 sixsteen 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 noise 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 nowherer 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
I'm Goin'
Down
We
sit in the car outside your house I can feel the heat coming
'round I go to put
my arm around you and you give me a look like I'm way out of
bounds well you let
out one of your bored sighs Well lately when I look into your eyes I'm goin down
We get dressed up and we go out,
baby, for the night We come home early burning, burning in some fire
fight I'm sick and
tired of you setting me up Setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me
down
I pull you
close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt I remember back when we
started My kisses
used to turn you inside out I used to drive you to work in the
morning Friday night
I'd drive you all around You used to love to drive me wild But lately girl you get your kicks
from just driving me down
Glory
Days I had
a friend was a big baseball player back in
highschool He could
throw that speedball by ya, make you look like a
fool 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 we kept
talking about Glory
Days, yeah they'll pass you by Glory Days, in the wink of a young
girl's eye Glory
Days, glory days There's this girl that lives up the block, back in
school she could turn all the boys heads Sometimes on 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 We just sit around talking about the old times, she
says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking
about Glory
Days... Think I'm
going down to the well tonight and I'm gonna drink till I
get` my
fill I hope when I
get older 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 the time
slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring
stories
of Glory
Days... All right
boys keep it rocking now We gonna go home now Let's go!
Dancing in the
Dark I get
up in the evening, and I ain't got nothing to
say I come home in
the moring, 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 just sitting in a dump like
this There's
something happening somewhere baby I just know that there
is
You can't
start a fire...
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 baby this laughs on
me
Stay on the
streets of this town and they'll be carving you up
alright They say you
got to 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 give me just one
look
You can't
start a fire..
My
Hometown I
was eight years old and running with a dime in my
hand Into the bus
stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old
Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair and say son take
a good look around This is your hometown, this is your
hometown This is
your hometown, this is your hometown In `65 tension was running high at
my high school There
was a lot of fights between the black and
white There was
nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back
seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come to my
hometown My
hometown, my hometown, my hometown Now Main Street's whitewashed
windows and vacant stores Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here
no more They're
closing down the textile mill across the railroad
tracks Foreman says
these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back
to Your hometown,
your hometown, your hometown, your hometown Last night me and Kate we laid in
bed talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading
south I'm
thirty-five we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the
wheel and said son take a good look around This is your hometown |