I got somethin'' in my heart, I been waitin'' to give I got a life I wanna start, one I been waitin'' to live No more waitin'', tonight I feel the light I say the prayer I open the door, I climb the stairs...

Devils & Dust

- Devils & Dust
- All the Way Home
- Reno
- Long Time Comin''
- Black Cowboys
- Maria''s Bed
- Silver Palomino
- Jesus Was an Only Son
- Leah
- The Hitter
- All I''m Thinkin'' About
- Matamoros Banks

DEVILS & DUST
Springsteen

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don''t know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There''s just devils and dust
We''re a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home''s a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

I got God on my side
I''m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear''s a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It''ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

We''ve got God on my side
I''m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear''s a powerful thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It''ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They want to take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I''ve got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain''t enough
When I look inside my heart
There''s just devils and dust

Well I''ve got God on my side
I''m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear''s a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It''ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust

It''ll take your God filled soul

Fill it with devils and dust

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ALL THE WAY HOME
Springsteen

I know what it''s like to have failed, baby
With the whole world lookin'' on
I know what it''s like to have soared
And come crashin'' like a drunk on a bar room floor

Now you got no reason to trust me
My confidence is a little rusty
But if you don''t feel like bein'' alone
Baby, I could walk you all the way home

Well, now our old fears and failures
Baby, they do linger
Like the shadow of that ring
That was on your finger
Those days they''ve come and gone
Baby, I could walk you all the way home

Love leaves nothin'' but shadows and vapor
We go on, as is our sad nature
Now it''s some old Stones''
Song the band is trashin''
But if you feel like dancin''
Baby, I''m askin''

It''s coming on closing time
Bartender, he''s ringin'' last call
These days I don''t stand on pride
And I ain''t afraid to take a fall

So if you''re seein'' what you like
Maybe your first choice
Well that''s all right
Baby, I could walk you all the way home
Baby, I could walk you all the way home

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RENO
Springsteen

She took off her stockings
I held them to my face
She had your ankles
I felt filled with grace
"Two hundred dollars straight in, two-fifty up the ass" she smiled and said

She unbuckled my belt
Pulled back her hair
And sat in front of me on the bed
She said, "Honey how''s that feel, do you want me to slow?

My eyes drifted out the window
Down to the road below
I felt my stomach tighten
The sun bloodied the sky and sliced through the hotel blinds

I closed my eyes
Sunlight on the Amatitlan
Sunlight streaming thru your hair
In the Valle de dos Rios
Smell of mock orange filled the air

We rode with the vaqueros down in to cool rivers of green
I was sure the work and that smile coming out ''neath you hat was all I''d ever need
Somehow all you ever need''s
Never really wuite enough you know
You and I, Maria
We learned it''s so

She slipped me out of her mouth
"You''re ready," she said
She took off her bra and panties
Wet her finger
Slipped it inside her
And crawled over me on the bed

She poured me another whisky
Said, Here''s to the best you ever had"
We laughed and made a toast
It wasn''t the best I ever had, not even close

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LONG TIME COMIN''
Springsteen

Out where the creek turns shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skinnin'' away the stars
The wind in the mesquite comes rushin'' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms

I''m riding hard carryin'' a catch of roses
And fresh map that I made
Tonight I''m gonna get birth naked and bury my old soul
And dance on its grave
And dance on its grave

It''s been a long time comin'', my dear
It''s been a long time comin'', but now it''s here

Well, my daddy he was just a stranger
Lived in a hotel downtown
When I was a kid he was just somebody
Somebody I''d see around
Somebody I''d see around

Now down below and pullin'' on my shirt
I got some kids of my own
Wll if I had one wish in this god forsaken world, kids
It''d be that your mistakes would be your own
Yea, your sins would be your own

It''s been a long time comin'', my dear
It''s been a long time comin'', but now it''s here

Out ''neath the arms of Cassiopeia
Where the sowrd of Orion sweeps
It''s me and you, Rosie, cacklin'' like crossed wires
And you breathin'' in your sleep
You breathin'' in your sleep

Well there''s just a spark of campfire burning
Two kids in a sleeping bag beside
I reach ''neath your shirt, lay my hands across your belly
And feel another one kickin'' inside
I ain''t gonna fuck it up this time

It''s been a long time comin'', my dear
It''s been a long time comin'', but now it''s here
It''s been a long time comin'', my dear
It''s been a long time comin'', but now it''s here

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BLACK COWBOYS
Springsteen

Rainey Williams'' playground was the Mott Haven
streets where he ran past melted candles and flower
wreaths, names and photos of young black faces
whose death and blood consecrated these places
Rainey''s mother said, "Rainey stay at my side, for you
are my blessing you are my pride. It''s you love here
that keeps my soul alive. I want you to come home
from school and stay inside."

Rainey ''d do his work and put his books away. There
was a channel showed a western movie everyday
Lynette brought him home books on the black
cowboys of the Oklahoma range and the Seminole
scouts who fought the tribes of the Great Plains.
Summer come and the days grew long, Rainey always
had his mother''s smile to depend on. Along a street of
stray bullets he made his way, to the warmth of her
arms at the end of each day.

Come the fall the rain flooded these homes. Here in
Ezekiel''s valley of dry bones, it fell hard and dark to
the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up
with a man whose business was the boulevard, whose
smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard.
In the pipes ''neath the kitchen sink his secrets he
kept. In the day, behind drawn curtains, in Lynette''s
bedroom he slept.

Then she got lost in the days. The smile Rainey
depended on dusted away. The arms that held him were
no more his home. He lay at night his head pressed to
her chest listening to the ghost in her bones.

In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the
pipes. From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills
and stuck it in his coat side, stood in the dark at his
mother''s bed, brushed her hair and kissed her eyes.

In the twilight Rainey walked to the station along
streets of stone. Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his
train drifted on. Through the small towns of Indiana the
big train crept, as he lay his head back on the seat and
slept. He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields
of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin'' in
between. Over the ruttled hills of Oklahoma the red sun
slipped and was gone. The moon rose and stripped the
earth to its bone.

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MARIA''S BED
Springsteen

Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights
I ain''t complain''n that''s my job and it suits me right
I got a sweet soul fever rushin'' around my head
I''m gonna sleep tonight in Maria''s bed

Got on a dead man''s suit and smilin'' skull ring
Lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing
I keep my heart in my work, my troubles in my head
And I keep my soul in Maria''s bed

I been up on sugar mountain, ''cross the sweet blue sea
I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery
I got run out''a luck and gave myself up for dead
Then I drank the cool clear waters from Maria''s bed

She give me candy stick kisses
''neath a wolf dog moon
One sweet breath and she''ll take you,
mister, to the upper room

I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead
Then I fell in the roses and
sweet salvation of Maria''s bed

I been out in the desert, doin'' my time
Siftin'' through the dust for fools gold,
lookin'' for a sign
Holy may said, "Hold on, brother,
there''s a light up ahead."
Ain''t nothin'' like the light that
shines on me in Maria''s bed

Well I take my blessings at the riverhead
I''m living in the light of Maria''s bed

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SILVER PALOMINO
Springsteen

I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe''s on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon''s glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She''d dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Our mustañeros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino

In my dreams bareback I ride
Over the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
''Cross the scrub desert floor

I''d give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I''d ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino
Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my hair

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
''Midst the harsh scrub pine the grows
I watch the silver palomino

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JESUS WAS AN ONLY SON
Springsteen

Jesus was an only son
As he walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside him
In the path where his blood spilled
Jesus was an only son
In the hills of Nazareth
As he lay reaching the Psalms of David
As his mother''s feet

A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well
For I''ll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell,
Shall pierce your dreams this night"

In the garden of Gethsemane
He prayed for the life he''d never live
He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove
The cup of death from his lips

Now there''s a loss that can never be replaced
A destination that can never be reached
A light you''ll never find in another''s face
A sea whose distance cannot be breached

Well Jesus kissed his mother''s hands
Whispered, "Mother, still your tears
For remember the soul of the universe
Willed a world ad it appeared

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LEAH
Springsteen

I wanna build me a house, on higher ground
I wanna find me a world, where love''s the only sound
High above this road, filled with shadow and doubt
I want to shoulder my load, and figure it all out
With Leah

I walk this road, with a hammer and a fiery lantern
With this hand I''ve built, and with this I''ve burned
I wanna live in the same house, beneath the same roof
Sleep in the same bed, search for the same proof
As Leah

I got somethin'' in my heart, I been waitin'' to give
I got a life I wanna start, one I been waitin'' to live
No more waitin'', tonight I feel the light I say the prayer
I open the door, I climb the stairs...
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The Hitter
Springsteen


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.

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen.
With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans.
Well I fought in the dockyards for the the money that I made.
And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade.

Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town.
They payed me the moon, ma, to knock the man down.
Well I did what I did, yeah it come easily.
For as know ma, restraint and mercy were always strangers to me.

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud.
Rain poured through the tent canvas and mixed with our blood.
In the twelfth, slipped my tongue over my broken jaw.
And I pounded his body into the floor.
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on.
''Til I felt my glove leather slip ''tween his skin and bone.

And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track.
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black.
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets.
Well I took my good share, ma, I have no regrets.

I took the fix at the State armory with big Diamond Don
Well from high in the rafters I watched myself fall.
He raised his arms, stomach twisted, and the sky it went black.
I stuffed my bag with their good money, ma, and never looked back.
Understand in the end, ma, every man plays the game.
Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name.

Ma, if my face now, now you don''t recognise.
Well just open the door and look into your dark eyes.
I ask of you nothin'', not a kiss not a smile.
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while.

Now the gray rain is fallin'' and my ring fightin''s done.
So in the work fields and alleys, I take them who''ll come.
If you''re a better man than me then just step to the line.
Show me your money and speak out your crime.
There''s nothin'' I want, ma, nuthin'' that you need say.
Just let me lie for a while and I''ll be on my way.

Well tonight in Stockyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt.
I move to the center and take off my shirt.
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, no time can erase.
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face.

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All I''m Thinkin'' About
Springsteen


One, two, three, four

Blind man wavin'' by the side of the road
In a flatbed Ford carryin'' a heavy load
Sweet thing sipping on a blueberry wine
On a flat black highway down in Carolina
Black bird slipping in a sky of blue

All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you, honey
All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
There ain''t nothing in this world I can do about it
All I''m thinkin'' about is you

Little boy carryin'' a fishing pole
Little girl pickin'' huckleberries from off of the vine
Brown bag filled with a little green toad
We hook him through the the lip and throw him off with a line
A sweet pair of legs got me feelin'' so blue

And all I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
There ain''t nothing in this world I can do about it
All I''m thinkin'' about is you

Black car shiny on a Sunday morn''
Mama go to church now
Mama go to church now
Friday night and Daddy''s shirt is torn
Daddy''s going downtown
Daddy''s going downtown
Ain''t no one understand the sweet thing you do

All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
Ain''t nothing in this world I can do about it
All I''m thinkin'' about is you

Whoaaa

Field turned up, the seed is sowed
Rain comin'' in from over across the road
Big black curtain comin'' across the field
Blind will see and lame will be healed
Brown-eyed girl, turn my back on you
Now it''s lonely

All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
And all I''m thinkin'' about is you
And all I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
There ain''t nothing in this world take away these blues
All I''m thinkin'' about is you

All I''m thinkin'' about is you, baby
All I''m thinkin'' about is you
Well baby, all I''m thinkin'' about is you
Yeah all I''m thinkin'' about is you
Ain''t nothing in this world I can do about it
All I''m thinkin'' about is you

Whoaaa



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Matamoros Banks
Springsteen


For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars

Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
''Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same

Bye my darling, for your love I give God thanks
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on twine and tire tread
My pockets full of dust, mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones

I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Your sweet memory comes on the evenin'' wind
I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive

I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
A touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks

Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks