GROWIN' UP, THE FLAG OF PIRACY FLEW FROM MY MAST

Well I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
And came out with my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing

I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd
But when they said, "Come down," I threw up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up
Work it back now

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
But I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
But when they said, "Pull down," I pulled up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh, ooh, growin' up

Bruce Springsteen

WE'LL ALL BE REUNITED ON THAT NEW SUNLIT SHORE

We are all trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those that've gone before
We'll all be reunited
On that new and sunlit shore

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And when the sun refuses to shine
When the sun refuses to shine
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints go marching in
Oh when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
Oh when the saints go marching in

And when the trumpet sounds its call
When the trumpet sounds its call
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the trumpet sounds its call

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

And some say that this world of trouble
Is the only one we'll ever see
But I'm waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed

Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Oh when the moon turns red with blood
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the moon turns red with blood

When the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in (go marching in)
Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) to be in that number (be in that number)
When the saints go marching in

Oh when the saints (oh when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Lord, how I want (Lord, how I want) be in that number (to be in that number)
When the saints (when the saints) go marching in (go marching in)

When the saints marching in
When the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Bruce Springsteen 

WE SHALL OVERCOME, WE SHALL LIVE IN PEACE SOMEDAY

Hey, we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Well, we'll walk hand in hand, we'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We'll walk hand in hand someday

Well, we shall live in peace, we shall live in peace
We shall live in peace someday
Darling, here in my heart, yeah, I do believe
We shall live in peace someday

Well, we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Hey, we shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome someday
Darling, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday
We shall overcome someday

Well, we are not afraid, we are not afraid
We shall overcome someday
Yeah, here in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome someday

Bruce Springsteen 

PAY ME OR GO TO JAIL, PAY ME MY MONEY DOWN

I thought I heard the Captain say
Pay me my money down
Tomorrow is our sailing day
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

As soon as that boat was clear of the bar
Pay me my money down
He knocked me down with a spar
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Come on!

Well, if I'd been a rich man's son
Pay me my money down
I'd sit on the river and watch it run
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

All right, everybody
Let's bring it up to B flat
A one, two, three!

Well, I wish I was Mr. Gates
Pay me my money down
They'd haul my money in in crates
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Well, 40 nights, nights at sea
Pay me my money down
Captain worked every last dollar out of me
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down
Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Pay me, pay me
Pay me my money down
Pay me or go to jail
Pay me my money down

Bruce Springsteen

THE BOSS DON'T DIG ME, HE PUT ME ON THE NIGHTSHIFT

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points
Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint

Early North Jersey, industrial skyline
I'm a all-set Cobra Jet, creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

Well, 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop  -wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm-a comin' 'round
I got-a three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with Gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere

Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift

Bruce Springsteen 

HOW CAN A POOR MAN STAND SUCH TIMES AND LIVE

Well, the doctor comes around with a face so bright
And he says: In a little while, you'll be all right
But all he gives is a humbug pill
A dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

He says: Me and my old school pals had some might high times 'round here
And what happened to you poor black folks, well, it just ain't fair
He took a look around, gave a little pep talk
Said: I'm with you, then he took a little walk
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

There's bodies floatin' on Canal and the levees gone to hell
Martha, get me my sixteen gauge and some dry shells
Them who's got got out of town
And them who ain't got left to drown
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

I got family scattered from Texas to Baltimore
And I ain't got no home in this world no more
Gonna be a judgment, that's a fact
A righteous train rollin' down this track
How can a poor man stand such times and live?
How can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

 

 How can a poor man stand such times and live?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Bruce Springsteen

EVERY NEW RUNG JUST, JUST MAKES US STRONGER

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we're brothers, sisters, all

Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
Every rung goes higher and higher
We are brothers, sisters, all
Come on now!

Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Every new rung just, just makes us stronger
Yeah, we are brothers and sisters, all
Yeah, play it!

Ah, come on, horn section, play it, go!

All right!

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all
All right, Charlie!

We are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are climbing higher and higher
Yeah, we are brothers and sisters, all
Yes! Yes!

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all

We are climbing Jacob's ladder
Yeah, we are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are brothers, sisters, all

Bruce Springsteen