Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska Album Lyrics

Nebraska
Atlantic City
Mansion On The Hill
Johnny 99
Highway Patrolman
State Trooper
Used Cars
Open All Night
My Fathers House
Reason To Believe

Nebraska

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton

Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap

Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done

At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap
They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.

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I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton

Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap

Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done

At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun
The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest
Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap
They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know why I did what I did

Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world.

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Writer: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
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Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too

Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away

But I got in too deep and I could not pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies

That's a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too

Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
Everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well I got a job and tried to put my money away

But I got in too deep and I could not pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's cause the nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies

That's a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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Mansion On The Hill

There's place out on the edge of town sir

Risin' above the factories and the fields

Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill
In the day you can see the children playing

On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel

Steel gates that completely surround sir the mansion on the hill
At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride through the streets of a town so silent and still

Park on a back road along the highway side

Look up at that mansion on the hill
In the summer all the lights would shine there'd be music playin' people laughin' all the time

Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields

Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill

There's a beautiful full moon rising above the mansion on the hill

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There's place out on the edge of town sir

Risin' above the factories and the fields

Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill
In the day you can see the children playing

On the road that leads to those gates of hardened steel

Steel gates that completely surround sir the mansion on the hill
At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride through the streets of a town so silent and still

Park on a back road along the highway side

Look up at that mansion on the hill
In the summer all the lights would shine there'd be music playin' people laughin' all the time

Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields

Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill
Tonight down here in Linden Town I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill

There's a beautiful full moon rising above the mansion on the hill

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Johnny 99

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month

Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none

He came home too drunk from mixin'

Tanqueray and wine

He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop

Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top

When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind

Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown

He came into the courtroom and stared poor Johnny down

Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime

Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99
A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away

His mama stood up and shouted "judge don't take my boy this way"

Well son you got a statement you'd like to make

Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away
Now judge I got debts no honest man could pay

The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away

Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man

But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand
Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead

And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head

Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time

And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

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Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month

Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none

He came home too drunk from mixin'

Tanqueray and wine

He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call 'm Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don't stop

Johnny's wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top

When an off duty cop snuck up on him from behind

Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown

He came into the courtroom and stared poor Johnny down

Well the evidence is clear gonna let the sentence son fit the crime

Prison for 98 and a year and we'll call it even Johnny 99
A fistfight broke out in the courtroom they had to drag Johnny's girl away

His mama stood up and shouted "judge don't take my boy this way"

Well son you got a statement you'd like to make

Before the bailiff comes to forever take you away
Now judge I got debts no honest man could pay

The bank was holdin' my mortgage and they was takin' my house away

Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an innocent man

But it was more 'n all this that put that gun in my hand
Well your honor I do believe I'd be better off dead

And if you can take a man's life for the thoughts that's in his head

Then won't you sit back in that chair and think it over judge one more time

And let 'em shave off my hair and put me on that execution line

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Highway Patrolman

My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state

I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8

I always done an honest job as honest as I could

I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down

I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown

Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away

But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way
Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would

Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good
Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment settled down took Maria for my wife

But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed

Franky came home in '68 and me I took this job
Yea we're laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line

Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine
The night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine

There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line

There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head there was a girl cryin' at a table, it was Frank they said

Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights

I must of done 110 through Michigan county that night
It was out at the crossroads down round Willow bank

Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank

Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border 5 miles from here

I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear
Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would

Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

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My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state

I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8

I always done an honest job as honest as I could

I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down

I get a call over the radio Franky's in trouble downtown

Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away

But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way
Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would

Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good
Well Franky went in the army back in 1965 I got a farm deferment settled down took Maria for my wife

But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin' robbed

Franky came home in '68 and me I took this job
Yea we're laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin', teach him how to walk that line

Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine
The night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine

There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line

There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad, bleedin' hard from his head there was a girl cryin' at a table, it was Frank they said

Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights

I must of done 110 through Michigan county that night
It was out at the crossroads down round Willow bank

Seen a Buick with Ohio plates behind the wheel was Frank

Well I chased him through them county roads till a sign said Canadian border 5 miles from here

I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear
Me and Franky laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood

Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"

I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would

Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good

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State Trooper

New Yersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow

License, registration, I ain't got none, but I got a clear conscience

'Bout the things that I done

Mister state trooper please don't stop me...
Maybe you got a kid maybe you got a pretty wife, the only thing that I got's been botherin' me my whole life

Mister state trooper please don't stop me
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby

Radio's jammed up with talk show stations

It's just talk, talk, talk till you lose your patience

Mister state trooper please don't stop me
Hey somebody out there, listen to my last prayer

Hi ho silver-o deliver me from nowhere

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New Yersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow

License, registration, I ain't got none, but I got a clear conscience

'Bout the things that I done

Mister state trooper please don't stop me...
Maybe you got a kid maybe you got a pretty wife, the only thing that I got's been botherin' me my whole life

Mister state trooper please don't stop me
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby

Radio's jammed up with talk show stations

It's just talk, talk, talk till you lose your patience

Mister state trooper please don't stop me
Hey somebody out there, listen to my last prayer

Hi ho silver-o deliver me from nowhere

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Used Cars

My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone

My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone

As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue
Now my ma she fingers her wedding band

And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands

He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't

Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do
Now mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
Now the neighbors come from near and far

As we pull up in our brand new used car

I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye
My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn

Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born

Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn

The sounds echo'in all down Michigan Avenue
Now mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

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My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone

My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone

As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan Avenue
Now my ma she fingers her wedding band

And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands

He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just can't

Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do
Now mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again
Now the neighbors come from near and far

As we pull up in our brand new used car

I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye
My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn

Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born

Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that horn

The sounds echo'in all down Michigan Avenue
Now mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again

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Open All Night

I had the carburetor 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 check the plugs and points

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 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape
The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift

It's an all night run 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 Bobs 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
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 mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 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. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

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I had the carburetor 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 check the plugs and points

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 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape
The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift

It's an all night run 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 Bobs 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
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 mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 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. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

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My Fathers House

Last night I dreamed that I was a child

Out where the pines grow wild and tall

I was trying to make it home through the forest

Before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees

And ghostly voices rose from the fields

I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path

With the devil snapping at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night

My father's house stood shining hard and bright

The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms

But I ran 'til I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined, the hard things that pulled us apart

Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts

I got dressed and to that house, I did ride

From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch

A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door

I told her my story and who I'd come for

She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright

It stands like a beacon calling me in the night

Calling and calling, so cold and alone

Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned

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Last night I dreamed that I was a child

Out where the pines grow wild and tall

I was trying to make it home through the forest

Before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees

And ghostly voices rose from the fields

I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path

With the devil snapping at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night

My father's house stood shining hard and bright

The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms

But I ran 'til I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined, the hard things that pulled us apart

Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts

I got dressed and to that house, I did ride

From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch

A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door

I told her my story and who I'd come for

She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"

My father's house shines hard and bright

It stands like a beacon calling me in the night

Calling and calling, so cold and alone

Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned

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Reason To Believe

Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch

He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick

Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on highway 31

Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run

Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me

Still at the end of every hard 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 everyday 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

Struck me kinda funny funny yea indeed how at the end of every hard earned day you can 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 and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us,

Tell us what does it mean

At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
Congregation gathers down by the riverside

Preacher stands with his bible, groom stands waitin' for his bride

Congregation gone 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 every hard earned day people find some reason to believe

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Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by the highway in a ditch

He's lookin' down kinda puzzled pokin' that dog with a stick

Got his car door flung open he's standin' out on highway 31

Like if he stood there long enough that dog'd get up and run

Struck me kinda funny seem kinda funny sir to me

Still at the end of every hard 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 everyday 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

Struck me kinda funny funny yea indeed how at the end of every hard earned day you can 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 and over him they pray Lord won't you tell us,

Tell us what does it mean

At the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
Congregation gathers down by the riverside

Preacher stands with his bible, groom stands waitin' for his bride

Congregation gone 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 every hard earned day people find some reason to believe

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Nebraska Info:

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Nebraska is the sixth studio album by the American singer-songwriter Bruce Springsteen, released on September 30, 1982, through Columbia Records. Springsteen recorded the songs unaccompanied on a four-track recorder in the bedroom of his home in Colts Neck, New Jersey. He had intended to rerecord the tracks with the E Street Band but decided to release them as they were, after deeming the full-band renditions to be unsatisfactory. The tape contained seventeen songs, of which ten were used for Nebraska; the others appeared in full-band renditions on the follow-up album Born in the U.S.A. (1984) or as B-sides.

Living isolated in Colts Neck, Springsteen was influenced by folk music, American literature, and film when writing the lyrics. The short stories of Flannery O'Connor particularly inspired him to write about his childhood memories. The album contains a stark, lo-fi sound, as the tracks tell the stories of blue-collar workers who try to succeed in life but fail at every turn, while searching for a deliverance that never comes. Some of the lyrics are in the voice of outlaws and criminals, including the killer Charles Starkweather on the title track. The album's artwork is a 1975 photograph by David Michael Kennedy which depicts a black-top road under a cloudy sky through the windshield of a car.

Nebraska stylistically stood apart from other releases in 1982. Commercially, it charted within the top 10 in Australia, Canada, Japan, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Sweden, the United Kingdom, and the United States. The album was accompanied by two European singles- "Atlantic City" and "Open All Night"; the former supported by Springsteen's first music video. He did not do promotional work for the record, believing listeners should experience it for themselves. Critics praised the album as brave and artistically daring, considering it Springsteen's most personal record up to that point. Negative reviews felt that the songs stylistically merged, and their dark themes would appeal only to fans. The album appeared on several year-end lists.

Retrospectively, critics regard Nebraska as a timeless record and one of Springsteen's finest works. The album has appeared on numerous lists of the greatest albums of all time. It is recognized as one of the first do it yourself (DIY) home recordings by a major artist and has had a significant influence on the indie rock and underground music scenes. Numerous artists have paid tribute to the album and have cited its impact on their music. A biographical film based on the album's creation, titled Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere, was released on October 24, 2025. An expanded edition of the album, featuring Electric Nebraska, was released the same day.
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Performed by: Bruce Springsteen
Genre(s): Rock, Hard Rock, Indie rock, Folk
Producer(s): Bruce Springsteen, Mike Batlan
Length: 41:02
Released: September 30th, 1982
Year: 1982

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