Bruce Springsteen - This Hard Land lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - This Hard Land lyrics]
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
Back out on to 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've been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin for a place to land
Where the sun could break through the
Clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don't come round
Don't come round here no more
And the only sound at night
Is the wind slammin' the back-porch door
It just stirs you up like it
Wants to just blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
Into 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 hear 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 a treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' across that river
In the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey Frank, won't you 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 out in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning, we'll make a plan
Well, 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
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
Back out on to 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've been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin for a place to land
Where the sun could break through the
Clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it don't come round
Don't come round here no more
And the only sound at night
Is the wind slammin' the back-porch door
It just stirs you up like it
Wants to just blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
Into 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 hear 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 a treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' across that river
In the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey Frank, won't you 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 out in the fields
We'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning, we'll make a plan
Well, 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