Bruce Springsteen at Stockholm Stadion. THE LOST 1993 TV SPECIAL.
THIS HARD LAND
Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds Ive sown
Can you give me a reason sir as to why theyve never grown
Theyve just blown around from town to town
Till theyre back out on 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 been blowin around from town to town
Lookin for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the cloud
To fall like a circle
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land
Now even the rain it dont come round
It dont come round here no more
And the only sound at nights the wind
Slammin the back porch door
It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin and churnin up the sand
Leavin all them scarecrows lyin face down
Face down 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 see them bar-m choppers
Sweepin low across the plains
Its me and you frank were lookin for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin and churnin up the sand
Were ridin in the whirlwind searchin for lost treasure
Way down south of the rio grande
Were ridin cross that river
In the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land
Hey frank wont ya pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at liberty hall
Just one kiss from you my brother
And well ride until we fall
Well sleep in the fields
Well sleep by the rivers and in the morning
Well make a plan
Well if you cant make it
Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive
If you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land
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