Song | This Hard Land |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
Album | Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
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 these fields | |
Where they fall from my hand | |
Back into the dirt of this hard land | |
Well me and my sister | |
From Germantown we did ride | |
We made our bed, sir | |
From the rock on the mountainside | |
We been blowin' around from town to town | |
Lookin' for a place to stand | |
Where the sun burst 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's the wind | |
Slammin' the back porch door | |
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down | |
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand | |
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown | |
In 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 lost treasure | |
Way down south of the Rio Grande | |
We're ridin' 'cross 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 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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 these fields | |
Where they fall from my hand | |
Back into the dirt of this hard land | |
Well me and my sister | |
From Germantown we did ride | |
We made our bed, sir | |
From the rock on the mountainside | |
We been blowin' around from town to town | |
Lookin' for a place to stand | |
Where the sun burst 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' s the wind | |
Slammin' the back porch door | |
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down | |
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand | |
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown | |
In 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 BarM 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 lost treasure | |
Way down south of the Rio Grande | |
We' re ridin' ' cross 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 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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 these fields | |
Where they fall from my hand | |
Back into the dirt of this hard land | |
Well me and my sister | |
From Germantown we did ride | |
We made our bed, sir | |
From the rock on the mountainside | |
We been blowin' around from town to town | |
Lookin' for a place to stand | |
Where the sun burst 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' s the wind | |
Slammin' the back porch door | |
Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down | |
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand | |
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown | |
In 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 BarM 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 lost treasure | |
Way down south of the Rio Grande | |
We' re ridin' ' cross 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 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 |