Tracks Released: 10.Nov.1998
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Lyrics By Bruce Springsteen
Two kids get married, same old thing Folks congratulate you, church bells ring Who's got the ring, who's gonna pay the priest Get your mama in the paper, picture or two at least
And at the reception all the old records play "Where you gonna live, are you gonna taker her away?" In a corner my new nephew's showin' me his knife You swore that you'd love her for the rest of your life
Went to kiss you at the altar we bumped heads Honeymoon night we figured we best shake on it instead Dressed kinda funny, laughin' we hop in bed You can swear it on your feet, you can swear it on your head
Come mornin' my new famlily's sitting on the front porch swing Smilin' kinda funny, nobody says a thing My new brother-in-law's throwin' a football, he tosses me a pass We all sit down on the front stoop, everybody happy at last
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