Reason to Believe
Bruce
Springsteen
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Seen a man
standing over a dead dog by a highway in a ditch
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Looking
down sort of puzzled poking that dog with a stick
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Got his car
door flung open he standing out on Highway 31
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Like if he
stood there long enough the dog'd get up and run
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Man it
struck me kind of funny, seemed kind of funny sir to me
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That at the
end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
Now, Mary
Lou loved Johnny with a love mean and true,
She said
“baby, I’ll work for you every day and bring my money home to you”.
One day he
up and left her, and ever since that,
She waits
down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny to come back.
It struck
me kind-a funny, funny yeah indeed!
How at the
end of very hard-earned day people find some reason to believe.
Take a baby
to the river. Kyle William they called him.
Wash the
baby in the water, take away little Kyle’s sin.
In a
whitewash shotgun shack an old man passes away.
Take the
body to the graveyard, over him they pray.
Lord, won’t
you tell us, tell us, what does it mean?
At the end
of very hard-earned day people find some reason to believe.
Congregation
gathers down by the riverside.
Preacher
stands with a Bible; groom stands waitin’ for his bride.
Congregation
gome and the sun sets behind a weepin’ willow tree.
Groom
stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly,
Wonderin’
where can his baby be.
Still at
the end of very hard-earned day people find some reason to believe.
It's Hard To Be a Saint in the City
Bruce
Springsteen
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I had skin
like leather and the diamond hard look of a cobra
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I was born
blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
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But I could
walk like Brando right into the sun, dance just like a Casanova
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With my
blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
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Silver star
studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat
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When I
strut down the street, I can hear its heart beat
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The sisters
fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
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The cripple
on the corner cries out "Nickles for your pity"
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Them
downtown boys they sure talk gritty
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It's so
hard to be a saint in the city
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I was the
king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
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I was the
prince of the paupers, crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
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I was the
pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
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Just a
backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
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And when
the heat came down, it was left on the ground
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The devil
appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
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Showing me
a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
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I felt his
hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
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It's so
hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street
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And the
sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
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As the
tracks clack out the rythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride
the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
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But it's
too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
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You get up
to get out at the next stop but they push you back down in your seat
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And your
heart starts beating faster as you struggle to your feet
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You're
outta that hole, and back up on the street
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And them
south side sisters sure look pretty
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The cripple
on the corner knows I don't pay for no pity
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Them
gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
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It's so
hard to be a saint in the city
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So hard to
say........
4th
of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Bruce
Springsteen
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Sandy the
fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
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Forcin' a
light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July
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Down in
town the circuit's full of switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
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As the
wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark
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And the
boys from the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the
shore
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Chasin' all
them silly New York girls virgin by the score.
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Sandy the
aurora is risin' behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
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Love me
tonight for I may never see you again, hey Sandy girl
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Now the
greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for sleepin’ on the beach all
night
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Them boys
in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white
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And me I
just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades bangin' them pleasure machines
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Chasin' the
factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they all promise to unsnap their
jeans
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And you
know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
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I got on it
last night and my shirt got caught
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And that
Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off
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Oh Sandy
the aurora is risin' behind us
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The pier
lights our carnival life on the water
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Runnin'
down the beach at night with my boss's daughter. I mean it Sandy girl
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Sandy that
waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
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I spoke
with her last night, she said she won't
set herselves on fire for me anymore
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She worked
that joint under the board-walk,
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She was
always the girl boppin’ down the beach with the radio,
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The kids
say last night she was dressed like star in one of them cheap little seaside
bars
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And I saw
her parked with her lover-boy out on the Kokomo
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Did you
hear, the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than
they do
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For me this
boardwalk life is through, babe, you ought to quit this scene too
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Sandy the
aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
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Oh love me
tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
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I promise
you Sandy girl! Oh baby!
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I mean it
Sandy girl
Secret Garden
Bruce
Springsteen
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She'll let you in her house if you come
knockin' late at night
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She'll let you in her mouth if the words you
say are right
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If you pay the price she'll let you deep inside
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But there's
a secret garden she hides
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She'll let
you in her car to go drivin' round
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She'll let
you into the parts of herself that'll bring you down
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She'll let
you in her heart If you got a hammer and a vice
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But into
her secret garden don't think twice
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You've gone a million miles how
far'd you get
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to that place where you can't remember
and you can't forget
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She'll lead
you down a path there'll be tenderness in the air
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She'll let
you come just far enough so you know she's really there
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She'll look at you and smile and her eyes
will say
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She's got a secret garden where everything
you want
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Where
everything you need will always stay
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A million
miles away