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Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. Album Lyrics



Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. Lyrics






Born In The U.S.A.

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just to cover it up now

Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA
Born in the USA now

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA
I was born in the USA

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said, "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my VA man
He said, "Son, don't you understand now?"
(Ok)
(No, no)
(No, no, no)

I had a brother at Khe Sanh
Fighting off all the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the USA
I was born in the USA now
Born in the USA
I'm a long gone Daddy in the USA now
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
Born in the USA
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the USA now

(Oh, no)
(Oh, no, no, no)
(Oh, no, no)
(Oh, no, no, no)
Hey
(Oh, no, no)
Woo
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Cover Me

The times are tough now
Just getting tougher
This old world is rough
It's just getting rougher
Cover me
Come on baby cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Promise me baby you won't let them find us
Hold me in your arms
Let's let our love blind us
Cover me
Shut the door and cover me
Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

Outside's the rain, the driving snow
I can hear the wild wind blowing
Turn on the light
Bolt the door
I ain't going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score
I've seen enough I don't want to see any more
Cover me
Come on and cover me
I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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Writer: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Darlington County

Driving in to Darlington County
Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July
Driving in to Darlington County
Looking for some work on the county line
We drove down from New York City where the girls are pretty but they just want to know your name

Driving in to Darlington City
Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's
We drove eight-hundred miles without seeing a cop
We got rock and roll music blasting off the t-top singing

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

Hey little girl standing on the corner
Today's your lucky day for sure all right
Me and my buddy we're from New York City
We got $200, we want to rock all night
Girl, you're looking at two big spenders
Why the world don't know what me and Wayne might do
Our pa's each own one of the World Trade Centers
For a kiss and a smile I'll give mine all to you
Come on baby take a seat on my fender
It's a long night and tell me what else were you gonna do
Just me and you, we could sha la la

Little girl sitting in the window
Ain't seen my buddy in seven days
County man tells me the same thing
He don't work and he don't get paid
Little girl you're so young and pretty
Walk with me and you can have your way
And we'll leave this Darlington City for a ride down that Dixie Highway

Driving out of Darlington County
My eyes seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
Driving out of Darlington County seen Wayne handcuffed to the bumper of a state trooper's Ford

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

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Writer: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Working On The Highway

Friday night and a guy's fresh out of work
Talking 'bout the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts

I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

(Woo)

I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers, back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down the Union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
So I'm

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

Woo

Saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but we didn't have much to say
"Son, can't you see that she's just a little girl
She don't know nothing about this cruel, cruel world"

We lit out down to Florida, we got along alright
One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black-and-white
The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang
I'm

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Alright, come on
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Downbound Train

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash, where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

She just said "Joe I gotta go, we had it once we ain't got it anymore"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train

Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying
You were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway, in the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard
I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard

Up the stairs I climbed, the room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine and I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried

Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang knocking down them cross ties ; working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train

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Writer: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Im On Fire

Hey little girl, is your daddy home?
Did he go and leave you all alone? Mhmm
I got a bad desire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you?
And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no
I can take you higher
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley
Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire
Oh, oh, oh, I'm on fire

Woo-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh
Woo-ooh-ooh
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






No Surrender

We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound you say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember no retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend, no retreat no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold, we swore blood brothers against the wind. I'm ready to grow young again and hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards well maybe we could cut someplace of our own with these drums and these guitars

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
no retreat, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend no retreat no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim the walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
You say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed with a wide open country in my eyes and these romantic dreams in my head

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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Bobby Jean

Well I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
There was nothing nobody could say
Me and you we've known each other ever since we were sixteen
I wished I would have known
I wished I could have called you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now you hung with me when all the others turned away, turned up their nose
We liked the same music, we liked the same bands, we liked the same clothes
We told each other that we were the wildest
The wildest things we'd ever seen
Now I wished you would have told me
I wished I could have talked to you
Just to say goodbye Bobby Jean

Now we went walking in the rain talking about the pain that from the world we hid
Now there ain't nobody, nowhere nohow gonna ever understand me the way you did
Maybe you'll be out there on that road somewhere, in some bus or train traveling along, in some motel room there'll be a radio playing and you'll hear me sing this song
Well, if you do, you'll know I'm thinking of you and all the miles in between and
I'm just calling one last time
Not to change your mind, but just to say I miss you baby, good luck, goodbye Bobby Jean

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Writer: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Im Goin Down

We sit in the car outside your house
I can feel the heat coming 'round
I go to put my arm around you and you
give me a look like I'm way out of bounds, you let out one of your bored sighs
Well lately, when I look into your eyes I'm goin' down

We get dressed up and we go out baby for the night
We come home early burning, burning, burning in some fire fight
I'm sick and tired of your setting me up, setting me up just to knock-a, knock-a, knock-a me down

I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt
I remember back when we started, my kisses used to turn you inside out
I used to drive you to work in the morning
Friday night I'd drive you all around
You used to love to drive me wild
But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down

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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






Glory Days

I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Well, there's a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She says when she feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about

Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Think I'm going down to the well tonight
And I'm going to drink 'til I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
But I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
A little of the glory of, well time slips away
And leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of

Glory days yeah they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Yeah, they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Dancing In the Dark

I get up in the evenin'
And I ain't got nothin' to say
I come home in the mornin'
I go to bed feelin' the same way
I ain't nothin' but tired
Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

Messages keeps gettin' clearer
Radio's on and I'm movin' 'round my place
I check my look in the mirror
Wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain't gettin' nowhere
I'm just livin' in a dump like this
There's somethin' happenin' somewhere
Baby, I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

You sit around gettin' older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on, baby, this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carvin' you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight
I'm dyin' for some action
I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

You can't start a fire
Sittin' 'round cryin' over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark
You can't start a fire
Worryin' about your little world fallin' apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark
Even if we're just dancin' in the dark
Hey baby
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing






My Hometown

I was eight years old
And running with a dime in my hand
To the bus stop to pick
Up a paper for my old man
I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick
And steer as we drove through town
He'd tousle my hair
And say, "Son, take a good look around"
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown
This is your hometown"

In '65 tension was running high
At my high school
There was a lot of fights
Between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night
In the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown
To my hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows
And vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody
Wants to come down here no more
They're closing down the textile mill
Across the railroad tracks
Foreman says, "These jobs are going, boys
And they ain't coming back
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown
To your hometown"

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
And said, "Son, take a good look around
This is your hometown"
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Writer: Bruce Springsteen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC








Born in the U.S.A. is the seventh studio album by the American singer-songwriter Bruce Springsteen, released on June 4, 1984, by Columbia Records.

Co-produced by Springsteen, Jon Landau, Steven Van Zandt, and Chuck Plotkin, the album was recorded in New York City with the E Street Band over two years between January 1982 and March 1984.

Born in the U.S.A. is a rock and roll album with a more pop-influenced sound than Springsteen's previous albums. Its production is typical of mainstream 1980s rock music, with prominent use of synthesizers.

The lyrics contrast with the album's livelier sound and continue the themes of previous records, particularly Nebraska. Topics include working-class struggles, disillusionment, patriotism, and personal relationships, while several tracks feature humor.

The cover photograph of Springsteen against the American flag was taken by Annie Leibovitz and has appeared on lists of the best album covers ever.

The album has sold over 30 million copies worldwide, making it Springsteen's best-selling album and one of the best-selling albums of all time.

Born in the U.S.A. made Springsteen a superstar and brought him his largest amount of success to date as a recording and performing artist. He later expressed reservations about the album itself and the fame it brought him.

Born in the U.S.A. is one of the best-selling albums of all time, with worldwide sales of over 30 million copies. After the advent of the North American Nielsen SoundScan tracking system in 1991, the album sold an additional 1,463,000 copies, and on April 19, 1995, it was certified seventeen times platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) for shipments of 17 million copies in the US.

At the 27th Annual Grammy Awards in 1985, Born in the U.S.A. was nominated for the Grammy Award for Album of the Year, while "Dancing in the Dark" was nominated for Record of the Year and won the award for Best Rock Vocal Performance, Male. "Born in the U.S.A." was nominated for Record of the Year at the following year's ceremony.
-Wikipedia
Performed By: Bruce Springsteen
Genre(s): Rock and roll, heartland rock, pop
Producer(s): Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau, Chuck Plotkin, Steven Van Zandt
Length: 46:41
Released: June 4th, 1984
Year: 1984

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