Bruce Springsteen
DalszŲvegek/Lyrics

Thunder Road

The screen door slams
Maryí dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey thatís me and I want you only
Donít turn me home again
I just canít face myself alone again
Donít run back inside
Darling you know just what Iím here for
So youíre scared and youíre thinking
That maybe we ainít that young anymore
Show a little faith thereís magic in the night
You ainít a beauty but hey youíre alright
Oh and thatís alright with me

You can hide íneath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now Iím no hero
Thatís understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now ?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow
Back your hair
Well the nightís busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heavenís waiting on down the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
Weíre riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know itís late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my carís out back
If youíre ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The doorís open but the ride it ainít free
And I know youíre lonely
For words that I ainít spoken
But tonight weíll be free
All the promisesíll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch theyíre gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
Itís town full of losers
And Iím pulling out of here to win

Born to run

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 steppiní out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Itís a death trap, itís a suicide rap
We gotta get out while weíre young
íCause 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 wraps your legs íround these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Weíll run till we drop, baby weíll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
íCause baby Iím just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if your 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 on a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highwayís jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybodyís out on the run tonight
But thereís no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
Iíll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I donít know when
Weíre gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
And weíll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run

Jungleland

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland

The midnight gangís assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
Theyíll meet íneath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man thereís an opera out on the Turnpike
Thereís a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops
Cherry Tops

Rips this holy night
The streetís alive
As secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanish unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rockíníroll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries
Dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing
To the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers
Struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look
And a whisper, and theyíre gone

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrender
In the tunnels uptown
The Ratís own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the streetís on fire
In a real death waltz
Between whatís flesh and whatís fantasy
And the poets down here
Donít write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

Night

You get up every morning at the sound of the bell
You get to work late and the boss manís giving you hell
Till youíre out on a midnight run
Losing your heart to a beautiful one
And it feels right as you lock up the house
Turn out the lights and step out into the night

And the world is busting at its seams
And youíre just a prisoner of your dreams
Holding on for your life ícause you work all day
To blow íem away in the night

The rat traps filled with soul crusaders
The circuits lined and jammed with chromed invaders
And sheís so pretty that youíre lost in the stars
As you jockey your way through the cars
And sit at the light, as it changes to green
With your faith in your machine off you scream into the night

And youíre in love with all the wonder it brings
And every muscle in your body sings as the highway ignites
You work nine to five and somehow you survive till the night
Hell all day theyíre busting you up on the outside
But tonight youíre gonna break on through to the inside
And itíll be right, itíll be right, and itíll be tonight

And you know she will be waiting there
And youíll find her somehow you swear
Somewhere tonight you run sad and free
Until all you can see is the night

Born in the USA

Born down in a dead manís town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog thatís been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering 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 V.A. man
He said "son donít you understand now"

Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
Theyíre still there heís 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
Iím ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ainít got nowhere to go

Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
Born in the USA
Iím a long gone Daddy in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Iím a cool rocking Daddy in the USA

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 weíve 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 weíd 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 that from the world we hid
Now there ainít nobody, nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe youíll be out there on that road somewhere, in some bus or train traveling along, in some motel room thereíll be a radio playing and youíll hear me sing this song
Well, if you do, youíll know Iím thinking of you and all the miles in between and
Iím just calling one last time
Not to change your mind, but just to say I miss you baby, good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean

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 hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound you say youíre tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down

We made a promise we swore weíd always remember no retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winterís night with a vow to defend, no retreat no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold, we swore blood brothers against the wind.
Iím ready to grow young again and hear your sisterís voice calling us home across the open yards well maybe
we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars

We made a promise we swore weíd always remember
no retreat, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend no retreat no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim the walls of my room are closing in
Thereís a war outside still raging
You say it ainít ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my loverís bed with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head

My hometown

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
into the busstop
to pick up a paper for my old man
Iíd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
Heíd 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 í65 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 Streetís white washed windows
and vacant stores
seems like there ainít nobody
wants to come down here no more
Theyíre closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ainít 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
Iím 35, 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

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 and he was walking out
We went back inside sat down, had a few drinks but all he kept talking about was

Glory days well theyíll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girlís eye
Glory days, glory days

Thereís a girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boysí heads
Sometimes on a Friday Iíll 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 itís 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 well theyíll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girlís eye
Glory days, glory days

Think Iím going down to the well tonight and Iím going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I donít sit around thinking about it but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of,
but time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days

Glory days well theyíll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girlís eye
Glory days, glory days

Dancing in the dark

I get up in the evening
And I ainít got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ainít nothing but tired
Man, Iím just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby I could use just a little help

You canít start a fire
You canít start a fire without a spark
This gunís for hire
Even if weíre just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
Radioís on and Iím moving íround the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ainít getting nowhere just living in a dump like this
Thereís something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is

You canít start a fire
You canít start a fire without a spark
This gunís for hire
Even if weíre just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
Thereís a joke here somewhere and itís on me
Iíll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on baby the laughís on me
Stay on the streets of this town
And theyíll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey baby Iím just about starving tonight

Iím dying for some action
Iím sick of sitting íround here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now baby gimme just one look

You canít start a fire sitting íround crying over a broken heart
This gunís for hire
Even if weíre just dancing in the dark
You canít start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gunís for hire

Lucky Town

House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I donít know just where Iím going tonight
Out where the skyís been cleared by a good hard rain
Thereís somebody calliní my secret name

Iím going down to Lucky Town
Going down to Lucky Town
I wanna lose these blues Iíve 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 hanginí to loose
Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise
It led me right past your house and on over the rise

Iím going down to Lucky Town
Down to Lucky Town
Iím gonna lose these blues Iíve found
Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town

I had some victory that was just failure in deceit
Now the jokeís cominí up through the soles of my feet
I been a long time walking on fortuneís cane
Tonight Iím sleepiní lightly and feeliní no pain

Well hereís to your good looks baby now hereís to my health
Hereís to the loaded places that we take ourselves
When it comes to luck you make your own
Tonight I got to dirt on my hands but Iím building me a new home

Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town
Iím gonna lose these blues Iíve found
Down in Lucky Town


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