Incident on 57th street

Bruce Springsteen

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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night

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with bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite,

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He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street,

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But they sigh, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap”

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the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater."

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Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar."

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And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry”

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Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name.

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I want to drive you down to the other side of town

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where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight

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All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight.

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Goodnight, it's alright, Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame

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We may find it out on the street tonight, baby, Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe.

 

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Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine

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Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mind

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Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home

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She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone”

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And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein”

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Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods

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Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good,

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They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye.

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Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street,

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He called down, "Hey little heroes,

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summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore

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Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on,

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And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone’s gone

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Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and puttin’ his clothes on

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She says, "Those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight,

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Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window:

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Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?"

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And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight Jane,

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I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby

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Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe."

 

Independence day

Bruce Springsteen

 

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Papa go to bed now ‘cause it's getting late

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Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now

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I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate

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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

They ain't gonna do to me what I watched them do to you

 

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So say goodbye it's Independence Day, it's Independence Day all down the line

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Just say goodbye it's Independence Day, it's Independence Day this time

 

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 come Independence Day

So say goodbye it's Independence Day

All men must make their way come Independence Day

 

Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint

And the highway she's deserted 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

 

So say goodbye it's Independence Day

Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say

But won't you just say goodbye it's Independence Day

I swear I never meant to take those things away

 

Jersey girl

Tom Waits

 

Intro: Play the single notes D  F#  A    D  F# A,   A  C#  E     A  C#  E  etc.

 

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I got no time for the corner boys  Down on the street making all that noise

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Or the girls out on the avenue  ‘Cause tonight I wanna be with you

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Tonight I'm gonna take that ride  Across the river to the Jersey side

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Take my baby to the carnival  And I’ll take her on all the rides

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'Cause down the shore everything's all right  You and your baby on a Saturday night

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You know all my dreams come true  When I’m walking down the street with you

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Sha la la la la la la   Sha la la la la la la la la

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Sha la la la la la la la   Sha la la la I’m in love with a Jersey girl

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Sha la la la la la la   Sha la la la la la la la

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Sha la la la la la la la   Sha la la la

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You know she thrills me with all her charms  When I’m wrapped up in my baby’s arms

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My little girl gives me everything  I know that someday she’ll wear my ring

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So don't bother me man I ain't got no time  I’m on the way to see that girl of mine

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'Cause nothing matters in this whole wide world  When you’re in love with a Jersey girl

 

Sha la la la la la la....

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I see you on the street and you look so tired  I know the job you’ve got leaves you so uninspired

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When I come by to take you out to eat  You’re lyin’ all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep

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Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on  We’re gonna take that little brat of yours and drop

her off at your mom's

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I know a place where the dancing's free  Now baby won’t you come with me

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´Cause down the shore everything's all right  You and your baby on a Saturday night

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Nothing matters in this whole wide world  When you’re in love with a Jersey girl

 

Sha la la la la la la….

 

 

Johnny Bye-Bye

Bruce Springsteen

 

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She drew out all her money from the Southern Trust

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And put her little boy on the Greyhound Bus

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Leavin' Memphis with a guitar in his hand

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With a one way ticket to the promised land

 

Hey little girl with the red dress on

There's a party tonight down in Memphis town

I'll be goin' down there if you need a ride

A man on the radio says Elvis Presley died

 

We drove down to Memphis, the sky was hard and black

Up over the ridge came a white Cadillac

They drew out all his money and they laid him on his back

A woman cried from the roadside "Johnny, please come back"

 

They found him slumped, up against the drain

With a whole lotta trouble, yeah, runnin' through his veins

Bye bye, Johnny, Johnny Bye bye

You didn't have to die, you didn't have to die....

 


Lost in the flood

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro: Em

 

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The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway

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He walks through town all alone he must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say

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His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide

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The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide

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They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection

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Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

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And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood

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Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud

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And I said "Hey gunner man that's quicksand, that's quicksand that ain't mud

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Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?"

 

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That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced

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Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

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He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint

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He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy The Saint

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Well the blaze and noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point

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He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point

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And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell

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That is, nothin' left that you could sell

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Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell

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And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil that's blood"

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I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm or was he just lost in the flood?

 

 

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Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air

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Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare

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And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hard ware

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Everything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air

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And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street

 

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And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose but he gets blown right off his feet

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And some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away

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He lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish still breathing when I walked away

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And somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"

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I wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?

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Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up

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I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

 

Coda: Em Am D       D Am Em    Em Am D      D Am Em

 


Mansion on the hill  

Bruce Springsteen

 

Intro:  D   G   D   G   D   G   D   A   D

 

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There's a place out on the edge of town, sir,

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Risin' above the factories and the fields

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Now, ever since I was a child, I can remember

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That mansion on the hill

 

In the day you can see the children playing

On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel

Steel gates that completely surround, sir,

The mansion on the hill

 

At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride

Through the streets of a town so silent and still

We park on a back road along the highway side

Sittin' and look up at that mansion on the hill

 

In the summer all the lights would shine

There'd be music playin', people laughin' all the time

Me and my sister, we'd hide out in the tall cornfields

Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

 

Tonight down here in the valley

I watch the cars rushin' by, home from the mill

There's a beautiful full moon rising

Above the mansion on the hill