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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 steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause 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 wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
'Cause baby I'm 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 in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run


Ernest Boom Carter: drums
Clarence Clemons: saxophone
Danny Federici: organ
*David Sancious: keyboards
Bruce Springsteen: guitar, vocal
Garry Tallent: bass guitar

Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Mike Appel
Engineered by Louis Lahav
Mastered by Greg Calbi
Remastered by Bob Ludwig
*Appears courtesy of Epic Records


THUNDER ROAD


The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside
Darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero
That's 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 night's 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
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
Oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's 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 car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll 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 they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win


Roy Bittan: fender Rhodes, glockenspiel
Clarence Clemons: saxophones
Bruce Springsteen: guitar, vocal, harmonica
Garry Tallent: bass guitar
Max Weinberg: drums
Background vocals: Roy Bittan, Mike Appel, Steve Van Zandt, Bruce Springsteen

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Mike Appel
Engineered and mixed by Jimmy Iovine
Mastered by Greg Calbi
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


BADLANDS


Lights out tonight
Trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision
Smashin' in my guts man
I'm caught in a crossfire
That I don't understand
I don't give a damn
For the same old played out scenes
I don't give a damn
For just the in-betweens
Honey I want the heart, I want the soul
I want control right now
Talk about a dream
Try to make it real
You wake up in the night
With a fear so real
Spend your life waiting
For a moment that just don't come
Well don't waste your time waiting

CHORUS:
Badlands, you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
We'll keep pushin' till its understood
And these badlands start treating us good

Workin' in the fields
Till you get your back burned
Workin' 'neath the wheel
Till you get your facts learned
Baby I got my facts
Learned real good right now
Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
Till he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got

I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the hope that can save me
I believe in the faith
And I pray that some day it may raise me
Above these badlands

(CHORUS)

For the ones who had a notion
A notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place
I wanna spit in the face of these badlands

(CHORUS)


Roy Bittan: piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: vocal, lead guitar, harmonica
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: guitar
Max Weinberg: drums

Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Jon Landau
Recorded by Jimmy Iovine
Mixed by Charles Plotkin and Jimmy Iovine
Mastered by Mike Reese
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


THE RIVER


I come from down in the valley
Where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
When she was just seventeen
We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
And man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
And the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle
No flowers, no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse,
That sends me down to the river
Though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the
river tonight
Down to the river
My baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride


Roy Bittan: piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: guitar
Max Weinberg: drums

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Neil Dorfsman
Mixed by Chuck Plotkin and Toby Scott
Mastered by Ken Perry
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


HUNGRY HEART


Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don't know where it's flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going

CHORUS:
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart

I met her in a Kingstown bar
We fell in love I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in Kingstown again

(CHORUS)

Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don't make no difference what nobody says
Ain't nobody like to be alone

(CHORUS)


Roy Bittan: piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: guitar
Max Weinberg: drums
Background vocals: Flo and Eddie

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Neil Dorfsman
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Ken Perry
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


ATLANTIC CITY


Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and
the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth

CHORUS:
Everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Well I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

(CHORUS)

Now our luck may have died and our love may
be cold but with you forever I'll stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold
so put on your stockin's 'cause the night's
gettin' cold and maybe everything dies
That's a fact but maybe everything that dies
someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
down here it's just winners and losers and
don't get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm
gonna do a little favor for him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday
comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and
meet me tonight in Atlantic City


Bruce Springsteen: vocal, guitar

Mastered at Atlantic Studios by Dennis King
Mastering Consultants: Bob Ludwig and Steve Marcussen
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


DANCING IN THE DARK


I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
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 living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby I just know that there is

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

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 on baby the laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta 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 gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting round crying
over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your
little world falling apart
This gun's for hire


Roy Bittan: synthesizer, piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Max Weinberg: drums

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


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.
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"

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 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.


Roy Bittan: synthesizer, piano
Clarence Clemons: percussion
Danny Federici: organ, glockenspiel, piano
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: acoustic guitar
Max Weinberg: drums

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


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


Roy Bittan: synthesizer, piano
Clarence Clemons: percussion
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: acoustic guitar
Max Weinberg: drums

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


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

CHORUS:
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

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 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)

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,
but time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days

(CHORUS)


Roy Bittan: synthesizer, piano, background vocals
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion, background vocals
Danny Federici: organ, glockenspiel
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass, background vocals
Steve Van Zandt: acoustic guitar, mandolin, harmony vocals
Max Weinberg: drums, background vocals

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt
Recorded by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


BRILLIANT DISGUISE


I hold you in my arms
As the band plays
What are those words whispered baby
Just as you turn away
I saw you last night
Out on the edge of town
I wanna read your mind
To know just what I've got in
This new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise

I heard somebody call your name
From underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
Underneath your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
But I just can't see
What a woman like you
Is doing with me
So tell me who I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
Or just a brilliant disguise

Now look at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart
When out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth
I wanna know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself

Now you play the loving woman
I'll play the faithful man
But just don't look too close
Into the palm of my hand
We stood at the altar
The gypsy swore our future was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you look at me
You better look hard and look twice
Is that me baby
Or just a brilliant disguise

Tonight our bed is cold
I'm lost in the darkness of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of


Roy Bittan: piano
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar, keyboards, bass
Max Weinberg: percussion

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, John Landau, Chuck Plotkin
Recorded and engineered by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


HUMAN TOUCH


You and me we were the pretenders
We let it all slip away
In the end what you don't surrender
Well the world just strips away

Girl ain't no kindness in the face of strangers
Ain't gonna find no miracles here
Well you can wait on your blessings my darlin'
But I got a deal for you right here

I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity
I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch
I just want someone to talk to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch

Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town
Ain't no bread from heavenly skies
Ain't nobody drawin' wine from this blood
It's just you and me tonight

Tell me in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much?
I just want something to hold on to
And a little of that human touch
Just a little of that human touch

Oh girl that feeling of safety you prize
Well it comes with a hard hard price
You can't shut off the risk and the pain
Without losin' the love that remains
We're all riders on this train

So you been broken and you been hurt
Show me somebody who ain't
Yeah I know I ain't nobody's bargain
But hell a little touchup
And a little paint. . .

You might need somethin' to hold on to
When all the answers they don't amount to much
Somebody that you can just talk to
And a little of that human touch

Baby in a world without pity
Do you think what I'm askin's too much?
I just want to feel you in my arms
And share a little of that human touch. . .


Roy Bittan: keyboards
Randy Jackson: bass
Jeff Porcaro: drums, percussion
Patti Scialfa: harmony vocals
Bruce Springsteen: guitar, vocal

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Roy Bittan
Recorded and engineered by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


BETTER DAYS


Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes tickin' away
Yeah just sittin' around waitin' for my life to begin
While it was all just slippin' away
I'm tired of waitin' for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roarin' 'round the bend
I got a new suit of clothes a pretty red rose
And a woman I can call my friend

These are better days baby
Yeah there's better days shining through
These are better days baby
Better days with a girl like you

Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss
It's like eatin' caviar and dirt
It's a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending
A rich man in a poor man's shirt
Now my ass was draggin' when from a passin' gypsy wagon
Your heart like a diamond shone
Tonight I'm layin' in your arms carvin' lucky charms
Out of these hard luck bones

These are better days baby
These are better days its true
These are better days
There's better days shining through

Now a life of leisure and pirate's treasure
Don't make much for tragedy
But it's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin
And can't stand the company
Every fool's got a reason for feelin' sorry for himself
And turning his heart to stone
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home

These are better days baby
There's better days shining through
These are better days
Better days with a girl like you

These are better days baby
These are better days its true
These are better days
Better days are shining through


Randy Jackson: bass
Lisa Lowell: backing vocals
Gary Mallabar: drums
Patti Scialfa: backing vocals
Bruce Springsteen: lead vocal, guitar, keyboards, percussion
Soozie Tyrell: backing vocals

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin
Recorded and engineered by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig


STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA


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
Wastin' away
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 this 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


Performed by Bruce Springsteen
As featured in the TriStar Motion Picture Philadelphia

Produced by Bruce Springsteen and Chuck Plotkin
Recorded and engineered by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Remastered by Bob Ludwig


SECRET GARDEN


She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides

She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away


Roy Bittan: piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion
Danny Federici: electronic keyboards
Nils Lofgren: guitar
Bruce Springsteen: vocal, guitar
Garry Tallent: bass
Max Weinberg: drums


MURDER INCORPORATED


Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow
Out on the street your chances are zero
Take a look around you (come on now)
It ain't too complicated
You're messin' with Murder Incorporated

Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go
Walkin' down the street there's eyes in every shadow
You better take a look around you (come on now)
That equipment you got's so outdated
You can't compete with Murder Incorporated
Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated

So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer
For dealing with the heat you're feelin' out on the killin' floor
No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger
So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated snub-nose thirty-two
I heard that you

You got a job downtown, man that leaves your head cold
Everywhere you look life ain't got no soul
That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide
When you're walkin' down the street you won't meet no one
eye to eye
The cops reported you as just another homicide
But I can tell that you were just frustrated
From living with Murder Incorporated
Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated
Murder Incorporated


Roy Bittan: piano, synthesizer
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion
Danny Federici: organ
Bruce Springsteen: electric guitar, vocal
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: acoustic guitar
Max Weinberg: drums
Background vocals: all


BLOOD BROTHERS


We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers

Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away
Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother

On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back
Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight
I don't even know why, I don't know why I made this call
Or if any of this matters anymore after all

But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother


Roy Bittan: piano
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion
Danny Federici: organ
Nils Lofgren: guitar
Frank Pagano: percussion
Bruce Springsteen: vocal, guitar, harmonica
Garry Tallent: bass
Max Weinberg: drums


THIS HARD LAND


Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown
Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown
They've just blown around from town to town
Till they're back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land

Now me and my sister from Germantown
We did ride
We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the cloud
To fall like a circle
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round
It don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slammin' the back porch door
It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
Face down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can see them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
It's me and you Frank we're lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' cross that river
In the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank won't ya pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
Just one kiss from you my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning
We'll make a plan
We'll if you can't make it
Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive
If you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land


Roy Bittan: piano, electronic keyboards
Clarence Clemons: saxophone, percussion
Danny Federici: organ
Nils Lofgren: guitar
Frank Pagano: percussion
Bruce Springsteen: guitar, harmonica, vocal
Garry Tallent: bass
Steve Van Zandt: mandolin
Max Weinberg: drums


SECRET GARDEN, MURDER INCORPORATED*, BLOOD BROTHERS, THIS HARD LAND:

Produced by Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steve Van Zandt (*only)
Recorded by Toby Scott
Mixed by Bob Clearmountain
Mastered by Bob Ludwig
Recorded at The Hit Factory
Assistant engineers: Carl Glanville and Pete Keppler
Mixed at Right Track and The Hit Factory
Assistant engineers: Ryan Freeland, Jay Militscher,
Tony Duino-Black
Mastered at Gateway Mastering Studios, Portland, Maine
Sequence editing: Brian Lee
Thrill Hill assistant: Nico X. German

All words and music by Bruce Springsteen

C 1974 (Born To Run), 1975 (Thunder Road), 1978 (Badlands), 1979 (The River, Hungry Heart), 1982 (Atlantic City, Murder Incorporated, This Hard Land), 1984 (Dancing In The Dark, Born In The U.S.A., My Hometown, Glory Days), 1987 (Brilliant Disguise), 1992 (Human Touch, Better Days), 1993 (Streets Of Philadelphia), 1995 (Secret Garden, Blood Brothers) Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)

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The E Street Band:

Roy Bittan
Clarence Clemons
Danny Federici
Nils Lofgren
Patti Scialfa
Garry Tallent
Max Weinberg

...and alumni

Steve Van Zandt
Ernest Boom Carter
David Sancious