CD_Redesign_Springsteen by Martha J Darbonne

Bruce Springsteen

LIVE

1975 1985

GLORY DAYS 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 – Glory days. They’ll pass you by. Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye. Glory days! Well there’s a girl that lives up the block, back in school she could turn all the boys’ heads, Sometimes on a Friday I’ll stop by, 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 –

Glory days. They’ll pass you by. Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye. Glory days! Think I’m going down to the well tonight, I’m gonna drink till I get my fill, I hope when I get old, I don’t sit around thinking about it, But, I probably will. Just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory, But time slips away and leaves you with nothing, but boring stories of – Glory days; they’ll pass you by. Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye. Glory days!

GROWIN’ UP Well, I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade, And I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade, I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch, I strolled all alone through a fallout zone, came out with my soul untouched, I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, when they said, “Sit down!” I stood up. Ooooh, growin’ up – The flag of piracy flew from my mast, My sails were set wing to wing. I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn’t sail but she sure could sing,

I pushed B-52s and bombed ‘em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing, I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd, when they said, “Come down!” I threw up. Ooooh, growin’ up – I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath, Swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress, but my feet they finally took root in the earth I got me a nice little place in the stars, and I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car, I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, when they said, “Pull down!” I pulled up. Ooooh, growin’ up – Ooooh, growin’ up – Hoo, hoo ––

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 I’d 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. The world you may travel around, but 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 the light on Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun, Words were passed in a shotgun blast, Troubled times had come to my hometown. To my hometown, to my hometown, to 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 little Texas tracks,

Foreman says, “These jobs are going boys and they ain’t coming back.” To your hometown, to your hometown, to your hometown.

This is your hometown, this is your hometown. The world you may travel around, but this is your hometown;

Now there’s a hill outside of town where me and my wife watch the stars, Rising brightly in the black endless sky.

This is your hometown, this is your hometown, The world you may travel around, but this is your hometown;

I’m 35 we got a boy of our own, Last night I drove through town, Sat him up behind the wheel, and said, “Son, take a good look around.”

This is your hometown, this is your hometown, The world you may travel around, but this is your hometown.

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. 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 now?”

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. I’m a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.

THIS L AND IS YOUR L AND Well, I rode that ribbon highway I saw above me the endless sky I saw below me the golden valley This land was made for you and me. Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps, Through the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts, And all around me a voice was calling, This land was made for you and me. This land is your land, This land is my land, From California to the New York island, From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters, This land was made for you and me -

Well, the sun came shining and I was strolling through, Wheat fields waving and dust clouds rolling, And a voice was sounding, As the fog was lifting, Saying this land was made for you and me. This land is your land, This land is my land, From California to the New York island, From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters, This land was made for you and me.

Glory Days Growin’ Up My Hometown Born in the U.S.A. This Land is Your Land

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