Bruce Springsteen - Seeds lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - Seeds lyrics]
Well, a great black river a man had found
So he put all his money
In a hole in the ground
And sent a big steel arm
Driving 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
It's gone, gone, gone
Well, there's men hunkered down
By the railroad tracks the Elkhorn special
Blowing my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway
In the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Parked in the lumberyard
Freezing our asses off
My kid's in the backseat
Got a graveyard cough well, I'm sleeping up
In front with my wife
Billyclub tapping on the windshield
In the middle of the night
Says move along, man, move along
Well, big limousine long, shiny and black
You don't look ahead you don't look back
How many times can you get up
After you've been hit?
Well, I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home
So if you're gonna leave your town
Where the north wind blow to go on down
Where that sweet soda river flow
Well, you better think twice on it, Jack
You're better off buying a shotgun
Dead off the rack
You ain't gonna find nothing down here
Friend except seeds blowing up the highway
In the south wind moving on
Moving on it's gone, gone, all gone
So he put all his money
In a hole in the ground
And sent a big steel arm
Driving 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
It's gone, gone, gone
Well, there's men hunkered down
By the railroad tracks the Elkhorn special
Blowing my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway
In the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Parked in the lumberyard
Freezing our asses off
My kid's in the backseat
Got a graveyard cough well, I'm sleeping up
In front with my wife
Billyclub tapping on the windshield
In the middle of the night
Says move along, man, move along
Well, big limousine long, shiny and black
You don't look ahead you don't look back
How many times can you get up
After you've been hit?
Well, I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home
So if you're gonna leave your town
Where the north wind blow to go on down
Where that sweet soda river flow
Well, you better think twice on it, Jack
You're better off buying a shotgun
Dead off the rack
You ain't gonna find nothing down here
Friend except seeds blowing up the highway
In the south wind moving on
Moving on it's gone, gone, all gone