You've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above
Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going
It was a small town bank
It was a mess
Well, I had a gun
You know the rest
They prosecuted some poor sucker in these United States
For teaching that man descended from the apes
They coulda settled that case without a fuss or fight
If they’d seen me chasin’ you, sugar, through the jungle last night
They died to get here a hundred years ago, they’re dyin’ now
The hands that built this country we’re always trying to keep down
If pa’s eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
Ma, you couldn’t stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin’ through
41 shots—and we’ll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots—my boots caked in mud
We’re baptized in these waters and in each other’s blood
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Until you spend half your life just covering up
As I lift my groceries into my car
I turn back for a moment and catch a smile
That blows this whole fucking place apart
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
can still–can now—write a verse like this:
Now the pool's filled with empty, eight-foot deep
Got dandelions growin' up through the cracks in the concrete
Chain-link fence half-rusted away
Got a sign, says, "Children, be careful how you play"
Your lipstick taste and your whispered secret promised I'd never tell
A half-drunk beer and your breath in my ear
At the Moonlight Motel
And the only thing that could be even better than all this?
Is that he says he's going into the studio with the E Street Band soon for a new album
Well done, man !!
It shows what a one kind of artist Bruce is.
Thanks for reminding us this fact.