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Tytuł: Nebraska (Meadowlands Arena, 8/6/84)

  • Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
  • Wy¶wietleń: 271
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