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The song set, which features Bruce Springsteen's first Billboard outtakes from The Ties That Bind (“Meet Me in the City” has opened every show . The album's gorgeous final moments find Bruce's perspective better for. Bruce Springsteen will rock the Garden on Sunday and Wednesday night on his River Tour with "Meet Me in the City," an outtake from his Like any good New Yorker, he brags about where he's from, what he's. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and Lyrics submitted by oofus, edited by Mellow_Harsher. "Atlantic City" as written by Bruce Springsteen. Lyrics © Downtown +2. General Commentthe live in NY version is even better.
We take all the action we can meet, And we cover all the northeast state. When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate. Some guys—they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece. Some guys come home from work and wash up, And go racing in the street.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right. I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats. Calling out around the world, we're going racing in the street. I met her on the strip three years ago, In a Camaro with this dude from L. I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away. But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes, And she cries herself to sleep at night. When I come home the house is dark. She sighs, "Baby did you make it all right? She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born.
Atlantic City Lyrics
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land, Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea, And wash these sins off our hands. Tonight, tonight the highway's bright. Out of our way mister you best keep. 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 around 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? I want to know if 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'll 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 then we'll walk in the sun. But till then—tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.
As they put me to the water, he said, how on that day I cried. We were prisoners of love, a love in chains. He was standing in the door, I was standing in the rain With the same hot blood burning in our veins. Adam raised a Cain. All of the old faces ask you why you're back. They fit you with position and the keys to your daddy's Cadillac. In the darkness of your room, your mother calls you by your true name.
You remember the faces, the places, the names. You know it's never over; it's relentless as the rain. You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past. Daddy worked his whole life for nothing but the pain. Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame. You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames. Early in the morning, factory whistle blows, Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes. Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light.
It's the working, just the working life. Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain, I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain, Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life. The working, just the working life. End of the day, factory whistle cries, Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight. Independence Day Well Papa go to bed now, it's getting late. Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now. I'll be leaving in the morning from St. We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow, Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us. There's a darkness in this town that's got us too.
But they can't touch me now. And you can't touch me now.
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They ain't gonna do to me What I watched them do to you. So say goodbye, it's Independence Day.
It's Independence Day all down the line. Now I don't know what it always was with us. We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines. There was just no way this house could hold the two of us. I guess that we were just too much of the same kind. Well say goodbye, it's Independence Day, all boys must run away. Say goodbye, all men must make their way. Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint, And the highway she's deserted clear down to Breaker's Point.
There's a lot of people leaving town now, leaving their friends, their homes.
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone. Well Papa go to bed now, it's getting late. Nothing we can say can change anything now. Because there's just different people coming down here now, And they see things in different ways, And soon everything we've known will just be swept away. Papa, now I know the things you wanted that you could not say.
I swear I never meant to take those things away. 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. I was born in the U. 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. Come back home to the refinery: Hiring man says, "Son, if it was up to me He said, "Son, don't you understand?
He had a woman he loved in Saigon. I got a picture of him in her arms. 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. I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U. Nebraska I saw her standing on her front lawn, just a'twirling her baton.
Me and her went for a ride, sir, and ten innocent people died. From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska, with a sawed off. I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done. At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had us some fun. The jury brought in a guilty verdict, and the judge he sentenced me to death, Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest.
Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back: You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap. They declared me unfit to live; said into that great void my soul'd be hurled.
They wanted to know why I did what I did; Well, sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world. I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville, barracks number 8. I always done an honest job, as honest as I could. I got a brother named Franky, and Franky ain't no good. Now ever since we was young kids, it's been the same come down. I get a call over the radio— Franky's in trouble downtown.
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away, But when it's your brother, sometimes you look the other way. Me and Franky laughin' and drinking. Nothing feels better than blood on blood. Taking turns dancing with Maria, as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood. Man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good. Well Franky went in the army back in I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife.
But them wheat prices kept on dropping, till it was like we were getting robbed. Franky came home in '68, and me, I took this job. Yea we're laughing and drinking. Man turns his back on his family, he ain't no friend of mine. Well the night was like any other; I got a call about quarter to nine. There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line. There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head. There was a girl cryin' at a table, and it was Frank, they said.
Well I went out and I jumped in my car, and I hit the lights. Well I must have done a hundred and ten through Michigan county that night.
It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow Bank. Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank. Well I chased him through them county roads, till a sign said, "Canadian border five miles from here. Me and Franky laughing and drinking. Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood. 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.
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, a shotgun blast; troubled times had come 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 railroad tracks; Foreman says these jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back To 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. We'll dance around this dirty town 'til the night is all done.
Let all the finer things sleep alone tonight. Let all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight. Don't worry about us, baby, we'll be alright. Well everybody's dying, this town's closing down. They're all sitting down at the courthouse, waiting for them to take the flag down.
I see strange flashes in the sky up above; Gonna spend the night at the drive-in with the one that I love. At dusk the stars all appear on the screen, Yeah, just like they do each night in my dreams.
But tonight's no dream, Frankie, I can feel myself too. Well now and forever my love is for you. Walk softly tonight little stranger. Yeah, into these shadows we're passing through. Talk softly tonight, little angel; You make all my dream worlds come true. Well lately I've been standing out in the freezing rain, Readin' them want ads out on Chelsea Road. I'm winging down the street in search of new games, Hustling through these nightlights' diamond glow.
Well, Frankie, I don't know what I'm gonna find; Maybe nothing at all, maybe a world I can call mine, Shining like these streetlights down here on the strand, Bright as the rain in the palm of your hand. Walk softly tonight, little stranger, Into the shadows where lovers go. Talk softly to me, little angel, Whisper your secrets so soft and low. The River I come from down in the valley where, mister, when you're young, They bring you up to do just like your daddy done.
Me and Mary we met in high school, when she was just seventeen. We'd ride out of that valley, down to where the fields were green. We'd go down to the river, and into the river we'd dive.
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. 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. Promised Land On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert, I pick up my money and head back into town. Driving cross the Waynesboro county line, I got the radio on and I'm just killing time. Working all day in my daddy's garage, Driving all night, chasing some mirage. Pretty soon, little girl, I'm gonna take charge.
The dogs on Main Street howl, because they understand. If I could take one moment into my hands Mister, I ain't a boy; no, I'm a man. And I believe in a promised land. I've done my best to live the right way.
I get up every morning and go to work each day. But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold. Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode, Explode, and tear this whole town apart; Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart, Find somebody itching for something to start. There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor. I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm. Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its own ground.
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick, But dressed just like dynamite. He tried selling his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street, But they sighed, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded. Show a little faith, there's magic in the night; You ain't a beauty but hey you're all right. Oh and that's all right with me.
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 come take my hand, We're riding out tonight to case the promised land. Oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road. 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.
The night is dark but the sidewalk's bright And lined with the light of the living. From a tenement window a transistor blasts, Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast. She hit me with a Tenth Avenue freeze-out. And the world is busting at its seams; And you're just a prisoner of your dreams. Holding on for your life 'cause you work all day To blow 'em away in the night.
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Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest, Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness.
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see? Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be.