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PRODIGAL SON `Bruce Springsteen`

And feed of the public hunger In a land were sky-scrapers scratch the sky And delinquent daughters to their mothers still lie Papa stands on the corner he wants to beat the drum Welcome Home My Prodigal

SOUTHERN SON `Bruce Springsteen`

Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years gone Bred and raised in the City From my daddy's knee I learned the Union songs Grandma sang lullabies in Dixie And though the Northern winters fills my heart with...

Shackled And Drawn `Bruce Springsteen`

through the shade Another day older and closer to the grave I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn Pick up the rock son

Mrs. McGrath `Bruce Springsteen`

"Mrs McGraw," the captain said, "would you like to make a pirate Out of your son, Ted? With a scarlet cloak and a great cocked hat, Mrs McGraw wouldn't you like that?"

Jesus Was An Only Son `Bruce Springsteen`

Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In the hills of Nazareth As he lay reading the Psalms

Spare Parts `Bruce Springsteen`

scared and he ran away Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake She settled in in a back room time passed on Later that winter a son

My Home Town `Bruce Springsteen`

and runnin' with A dime in my hand To the bus stop, to pick up a paper For my old man I'd sit in his lap In that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He'd tossle my hair And say, "son

Born In The USA `Bruce Springsteen`

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

Held Up Without A Gun `Bruce Springsteen`

in an Exxon station out on Highway One Help up without a gun Some damn fool with a guitar walkin′ down the street aint got nowhere to go Aint got nothing to eat Man with a cigar says ″sign here son

Johnny 99 `Bruce Springsteen`

on Johnny 99 Well the city supplied a public defender, but the Judge was Mean John Brown He came into the courtroom and stared young Johnny down Well the evidence is clear, gonna let the sentence Son

GAVE IT A NAME `Bruce Springsteen`

got drunk, angry at his wife He hit her once, he hit her twice At night he'd lie in bed, he couldn't stand the shame So he gave it a name So he gave it a name So he gave it a name Pa told me "Son

Red Headed Woman `Bruce Springsteen`

headed woman A red headed woman It takes a read headed woman To get a dirty job done Tight skirt, strawberry hair Tell me what you've got baby, waiting under there Big green eyes that look like, son

Pay Me My Money Down `Bruce Springsteen`

Howard's son Pay me my money down Sit in the house and watch the work getting down Pay me my money down Pay me, you owe me

Galveston Bay `Bruce Springsteen`

Fifteen years Le Bing Son Fought side by side with the Americans In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam In '75 Saigon fell and he left his command And brought his family to the promised land

MAN AT THE TOP `Bruce Springsteen`

Been going on forever, it ain't ever gonna stop Everybody wants to be the man at the top CHORUS Everybody wants to be the man at the top Everybody wants to be the man at the top Aim your gun, son

IF I WAS THE PRIEST `Bruce Springsteen`

by the water fountain And she's asking to be mine And ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorway With a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fine He says "We need you up in Dodge City, son

LUCKY MAN `Bruce Springsteen`

lucky man Pa went from the army to the factory to the killing yard I make my living with my hands behind the wheel of this car I'm a lucky man Messin' with me man wouldn't be wise Roll them dice son

SEVEN ANGELS `Bruce Springsteen`

Seven angels got my number Since I fell in love with you Seven angels got my number They're all telling me what to do Fifth angels says "Don't worry Love's waitin' 'round the corner for you, son

Souls Of The Departed `Bruce Springsteen`

the souls of the departed Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted Young lives over before they got started This is a prayer for the souls of the departed Tonight as I tuck my own son

My Father's House `Bruce Springsteen`

shining in light I walked up the steps and stood on the porch a woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door I told her my story, and who I'd come for She said "I'm sorry, son

57 Channels (And Nothin' On) `Bruce Springsteen`

steel cast And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet And they bsted me for disturbin' the almighty peace Judge said "What you got in your defense son

Leap Of Faith `Bruce Springsteen`

of faith to get things going In your heart you must trust Now you were the Red Sea I was Moses I kissed you and slipped into a bed of roses The waters parted and love rushed inside I was Jesus' son

With Every Wish `Bruce Springsteen`

throw'd in my line Jim took that hook pole and me right over the side Went driftin' down past old tires and rusty cans of beer The angel of the lake whispered in my ear "Before you chose your wish son

From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come) `Bruce Springsteen`

way he drove Back home lonesome Johnny prays for his baby′s parole He waits high on the hillside Where the Wyomie waters roll And his feet and almost grown now A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son

Erie Canal `Bruce Springsteen`

The cook is in the Police Gazette The captain went to jail; And I'm the only son-of-a-sea-cook That's left to tell the tale.

SEEDS `Bruce Springsteen`

arm drivin' down down down Man now I live on the streets of Houston town Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along And we headed down south with just spit and a song But they said "Sorry son

American Skin (41 Shots) (Live) `Bruce Springsteen`

gun, is it a knife Is it a wallet, this is your life It ain't no secret It ain't no secret No secret my friend You can get killed just for living In your American skin 41 shots Lena gets her son

Goin' Cali `Bruce Springsteen`

dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend It could burn out every trace of where you been There was a woman he'd met in a desert song A little while later a son

Local Hero `Bruce Springsteen`

Between the doberman and Bruce Lee?

Working on the Highway `Bruce Springsteen`

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"