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Released: 10.Nov.1998

BROTHERS UNDER THE BRIDGES ('83)

Lyrics By Bruce Springsteen

Every spring when the weather gets warm

They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms

Driving 455s running hard and strong

They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long

'Neath the trestless drinkin' the beer and the wine

Now some came on run, some just to pass the time

With the brothers under the bridges

Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet

Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get

We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake

As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break

Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes

Now together 'neath the trestless they'd be laughing in the night

With the brothers under the bridges

Well me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town

And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down

We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come

and we'd lay there in the night talkin' about how we might someday be one

Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges

Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone

Well I'm stittin' down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where I belong

Tonight up on Signal Hill

I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still

Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind send a chill

Through the brothers under the bridges