This Hard Land (Live at Estadio de Anoeta, San Sebastian, Spain - 05/17/16)

作词 : Bruce Springsteen

作曲 : Bruce Springsteen

We're gettin' there

Hey there, mister

Can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown?

Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown?

They've just blown around, from town to town

Till their back out on these fields

Where they fall from my hand

Back into the dirt of this hard land

Hey now, me and my sister

From Germantown well we did ride

We made our bed, sir

From the rock on the mountainside

We've been blowing around from town to town

Looking for a place to land

Where the sun bursts through the cloud

To fall like a circle

Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come round

It don't come round here no more

And the only sound at nights the wind

Slamming that back porch door

It stirs you up like it wants to

Blow you down

Twisting and churning up the sand

Leaving all those scarecrows lying face down

Face down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill

I can hear a tape deck blasting "Home on the Range"

I can see them bar M choppers

Sweeping low across the plains

Well it's you and me Frank we're looking for lost cattle

Our hooves twisting and churning up the sand

We're riding in the whirlwind searching for lost treasure

Way down south of the Rio Grande

We're riding cross that river in the moonlight

Up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank, won't you pack your bags

And meet me down at Liberty Hall

Yeah just one kiss from you my brother

And we'll ride 'til we fall

We'll sleep in the fields

We'll sleep by the rivers

And in the morning we'll make a plan

Well, if you can't make it

Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can

And meet me in a dream of this hard land