Bruce Springsteen 

 

  

 

   This Hard Land

 

 

  Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen

  Music：Bruce Springsteen

  

  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

  Back out on these fields

  Where they fall from my hand

  Back into the dirt of this hard land

  

  Well me and my sister

  From Germantown we did ride

  We made our bed, sir

  From the rock on the mountainside

  We been blowin' around from town to town

  Lookin' for a place to stand

  Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle

  A circle of fire down on this hard land

  

  Now even the rain it don't come 'round

  Don't come 'round here no more

  And the only sound at night's the wind

  Slammin' the back porch door

  Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down

  Twistin' and churnin' up the sand

   

  

  Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown

  In the dirt of this hard land

  

  From a building up on the hill

  I can hear a tape deck blastin' 'Home on the Range'

  I can hear them Bar-M choppers

  Sweepin' low across the plains

  It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle

  Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand

  We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure

  Way down south of the Rio Grande

  We're ridin' '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 tonight down at Liberty Hall

  Just one kiss from you, my brother

  And we'll ride until we fall

  Well 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