I get up in the evening, and i ain’t got nothing to sayI come home in the morning, i go to bed feeling the same wayI ain’t nothing but tired, man i’m just tired and bored with myselfHey there baby, i could use just a little help

When i was a little kidI never liked to eatMom would put things on my plateAnd i’d dump ‘em on her feetBut then one day she made this soupI ate it all in bedI asked her what she put in itAnd this is what she said:

Woke up this morning, there was a chill in the airWent to the kitchen, my cigarettes were lying thereJacket hung on the chair, the way i left it last nightEverything was in place, everything seemed alright

At night i go to bedBut i just can’t sleepI got something runnin’ around my headOoh that just won’t keep

I walk along the levee to see the gypsy manThe dirt ‘neath my feet baby’s turnin’ to quicksandHe looked into my palm, then looked me in the eyeAnd told me you were gone, gone over the rise

I got no time for the corner boysDown in the street making all that noiseOr the girls out on the avenue`cause tonight i wanna be with youTonight i’m gonna take that rideAcross the river to the jersey sideTake my baby to the carnivalAnd i’ll take her on all the rides

Well i’ve been a losin’ gamblerJust throwin’ snake eyesLove ain’t got me downheartedI know up around the corner liesMy fool’s paradiseIn just another roll of the dice

Well i sought gold and diamond ringsMy own drug to ease the pain that living bringsWalked from the mountain to the valley floorSearching for my beautiful rewardSearching for my beautiful reward

The skulls met the pythonsDown at the first street stationAlliance has been made in alleywaysAll across the nationThese boys live off the milk of a silver jetAnd the love of sweet young womenThe pythons are down from old englishtownAnd they ‘re looking to do some living

I see you walking, baby, down the streetPushing that baby carriage at your feetI see the lonely ribbon in your hairTell me i am the man for whom you put it there

I got a coin in your palmI can make it disappearI got a card up my sleeveName it and I’ll pull it out your earI got a rabbit in the hatIf you wanna come and see This is what will beThis is what will be

Well my name is catherine lefevreI work at the astrowash on sunset and vineI drop my kids at school in the morningAnd i pick them up at mary’s just ‘fore suppertime

Every day i <can’t believe> i wanna be around youGotta gotta gotta gotta be, i wanna be with youWhat i want … baby, …But god, i just can’t stop and let you go

How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they’re forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Well, she comes to me like a childhood soulOr an old time friend i ain’t seen so longWhen she sings to me, it’s like a loving songShe can be so sweet, she don’t do me no wrong

She was just another war nurseShe could strike a noble poseCaring for our young boys when a bullet laid them lowShe would hover over them and cryAnd pull the cover over them when they’d dieShe was just another lonesome lady, lover, sister of the gunAnd though france would call her darling,She was a nurse ‘neath the rising sunShe knew no hells or heavens, or harbors or havensShe was every mother, sister, wife and loverWhose love a soldier boy was savin’She believed in the birth of the broad swordShe was not …

Rosalita (come out tonight)
Spread out now rosie doctor come cut loose her mama’s reinsYou know playin’ blind man’s bluff is a little baby’s gameYou pick up little dynamite i’m gonna pick up little gunAnd together we’re gonna go out tonight and make that highway runYou don’t have to call me lieutenant rosie and i don’t want to be your sonThe only lover i’m ever gonna need’s your soft sweet little girl’s tongue and rosie you’re the oneDynamite’s in the belfry playin’ with the batsLittle gun’s downtown in front of woolworth’s …

Come to the door ma and unlock the chain.Well i was just passin’ through and got caught in the rain.There’s nothing that i want, nothin’ that you need say.Just let me lie down a while and i’ll be on my way.

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last nightNow, they blew up his house, tooDown on the boardwalk they’re gettin’ ready for a fightGonna see what them racket boys can do

(cover: gary u.s. bonds. written by springsteen)

Born down in a dead man’s townThe first kick i took was when i hit the groundYou end up like a dog that’s been beat too muchTill you spend half your life just covering up

You can’t sleep at nightYou can’t dream your dreamYour fingerprints on fileLeft clumsily at the scene

Mary queen of arkansas, it’s not too early for dreamin’The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard’s love can be redeemingMary, my queen, your soft hulk is revivingNo, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just risingWell i’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my tradeI’ve been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your stateMary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missingYou’re not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing

It’s a fairytale so tragicThere’s no prince to break the spellI don’t believe in the magicBut for you I will, for you I willIf I’m a fool, I’ll be a foolDarlin’ for you

I lie in bed but baby i can’t sleep no matter how hard i tryThere’s something bad, baby, wrong with me whenever i close my eyesThe dreams of mary keep me awake with every little curve in placeWhen i walk home in the daybreak i pray come back home, baby, won’t you give meDarlin’ bring on the night, oh yeah darlin’, bring on the night oh now darlin’, bring on the night

It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranchMiddle touch world as a masterThey rode their ponies down in the cities of goldTo leave them for ever afterNow the sun was swollen red and oldThe earth it was windy, dark and coldWere the highway ends the desert takes its tollSodusty, red and angryIt was a time when men died out on the praireFrom not having a decent friendAt nights the ghosts to the more of ridersWas a howl in the candid winds

Oh jesse, you better start thinkin’ about saving your neckOh jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respectYou got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage doorAnd darling jesse, do you know what its all for?Ah jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your bandOh jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your handsWith your insides showing and your new york band blowin’ them old …

Can’t see nothin’ in front of meCan’t see nothin’ coming up behindI make my way through this darknessI can’t feel nothing but this chain that binds meLost track of how far I’ve goneHow far I’ve gone, how high I’ve climbedOn my back’s a sixty pound stoneOn my shoulder a half mile line