Brothers Under The Bridges ('83) - Bruce Springsteen

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Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay
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Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay

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Well every spring when the weather gets warm
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They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms 
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Driving 455s running hard and strong 
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They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long
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'Neath the trestles drinkin' the beer and the wine
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Now some came to run, some just to pass the time
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With the brothers under the bridges 

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Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet
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Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get
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We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake
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As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break
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Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes
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Now together 'neath the trestles they'd be laughing in the night 
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With the brothers under the bridges 

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Well now me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town
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And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down
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We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come
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And we'd lay there in the night talkin' about how we might someday be one 
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Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges


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Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone
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Well I'm sittin down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where, where I belong
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Tonight up here on Signal Hill
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I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still
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Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind sends a chill
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Through the brothers under the bridges 

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Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay 


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