27K Unreleased songs from the TGoTJ tour This file contains lyrics for unreleased songs that Springsteen has performed live on the TGoTJ tour, plus the recent single "Missing". Lyrics were freely stolen here from Pete Lambie's WWW site and from various LTD posts . The songs: Brothers Under the Bridge Deportee Dead Man Walkin' The Hitter (It's the) Little Things That Count Long Time Coming In Michigan Missing Pilgrim in the Temple of Love Red Headed Woman Sell It and They Will Come Shut Out the Light There Will Never Be Another For Me But You Tom Joad (Woody Guthrie version) The Wish Brothers under the bridges. Saigon, it was all gone The same Coke machines as the streets I grew on Down in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road or town There's too much brush in camp for the CHP choppers to touch down Ain't lookin' for nothin , I just want to live Me and the brothers under the bridge Come the Santa Anas and man that dry brush would light Jimmy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge Me and the brothers under the bridge I had enough of the town oh and the straight life Ain't careful you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife Now I want no trouble and I ain't got none to give Me and the brothers under the bridge Well I shipped home back in '72 And you know you were just a beautiul light in your mom's dark eyes of blue I stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kids Me and the brothers under the bridge Come Veterans' Day I sat on the stand in my dress blues I held your mother's hand, and they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right there, and somethin' slips............. DEPORTEE (aka "Plane Wreck at Los Gatos Canyon," and "Good-bye Juan") The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps They're flying you back to the Mexico border To pay all your money to wade back again My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees They rode the truck till they took down and died Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves. We died in your hills. We died on your deserts. We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains. We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes. Both sides of the river, we've died just the same. Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they were just deportees. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil, And be known by no name except "deportee". Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" DEAD MAN WALKING There's a pale horse comin' And I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning With my fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In Saint james Parish I was born and Christened How I've got my story Well Mister, there ain't no need for you to listen It's just a dead man talkin' I had a job, I had a girl But between our dreams and action lie this world Well, in the deep forest Theur blood and tears rushed over me All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun And my fear up inbside me Like a dead man talkin' Beneath the summer sky my eyes went black Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have Tonight the clouds above my prison Move slowly 'cross the sky There is a new day comin' And my dreams are full tonight. THE HITTER 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 tounge 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 fixed staid hombre 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 me and my, every man plays the game. Well if you know anyone different then speak out his name. My life, my face, now you don't recognize. 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. Thanks to truegger@wizvax.net (Tony Ruegger) LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT She said we could just sleep together There'd be nothing wrong We could just hold each other with our clothes on I went to answer, I don't think we should Then I heard a voice say, Yeah, I guess we could She kissed me slightly and said you know sometimes when you're down It's the little things that count It's the little things that count It's the little things She said it was too late, and I shouldn't try to drive She unbuttoned my shirt and whispered just close your eyes Let me take your boots off, you know sometimes when your luck's run out It's the little things that count It's the little things that count It's the little things Her dress rode slightly as she walked Then she pulled the covers down I was so dry, she held a water glass to my lips Well the polsih on her nail was chipped She said she had a boyfriend I reminded her of His hair was the same muddy brown, she stuck her tongue in my mouth LONG TIME COMING (denver version). where the creek runs shallow and sandy the moon swoops over the stars ------- straight into my arms I'm going to get birth naked and bury my old soul and dance on it's grave dance on his grave It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here my daddy was a stranger lived in a hotel downtown when I was a kid he was just somebody I'd see around somebody I'd see around It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here down below and pulling on my shirt I got some kids of my own but if I had one wish kids that your mistakes would be your own your sins would be your own It's a long time coming a long time coming my dear But now it's here I am laying under the arms of Cassiopeia the sword of Orion sweeps it's me and you Rosie crackling like crossed wires I listen to you breathing in your sleep the sparks of the fire are left burning lie 2 kids in sleeping bags I reach under your shirt and feel your belly there's another one kicking inside I promise I ain't going to fuck it up this time IN MICHIGAN This song has been played in a few towns in the US, each time the title has been changed and some of the lyrics as well. Well my mother rolled over and died in Michigan My dog got hit by a truck and I cried in Michigan I got drunk and puked up my guts in Michigan But I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright And man I'm riding here tonight in Michigan I ran a race and came in dead last in Michigan Yeah, I shot myself in the ass in Michigan I was lookin' for someplace to feel free But they busted my for just being me In Michigan But alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright And baby I'm riding high tonight in Michigan I ran into a little bad luck in Michigan I met a woman ??? Baby I'm running late but you got here one hell of a state In Michigan Oh Michigan MISSING Woke up this morning, there was a chill in the air Went to the kitchen, my cigarettes were lying there Jacket hung on the chair, the way I left it last night Everything was in place, everything seemed alright But you were missing, missing Last night I dreamed the sky went black You were drifting down, couldn't get back Lost in trouble, so far from home I reached for you, my arms were like stone Oh, but you were missing, missing... missing Searched for something to explain In the whispering rain and the trembling leaves Tell me baby, where did you go You were here just a moment ago At nights I still hear your footsteps fall I can hear your voice moving down the hall Drifting through the bedroom I lie awake but I don't move PILGRIM IN THE TEMPLE OF LOVE It was Christmas eve, I was standing in the parking lot of "Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude" In the car next to me there was a young lady givin' a blow job to a man in a Santa Claus suit His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, I turned to go When from the back seat of the mazda I heard somebody shout "oh, baby, don't stop" And a merry "ho ho ho" Well I walked inside, I ordered a beer and a double shot of whiskey and in three minutes I had fallen in love The DJ announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, from Fort Worth, Texas - lady Godiva" and I sat and worshipped 'neath the angel above At the end of her set she brushed her hair came and sat on the stool to my right and said "will you buy me a drink?" My heart beat fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily I replied "uhh...." She showed me a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student She dances six nights a week for slobs and idiots like this, of course, present company excluded On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love Well, then Santa came stumblin' in and somebody shouted "hey Santa, where're your elves?" He sat down on the stool to my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf He asked if mrs. Claus had called, to tell her he worked the late shift at the mall and he was sorry, but he just got through I turned and I asked him "how's the kids this year, Santa?" Beneath his breath he whispered "a merry fuck you" Well, then the owner came over and he was a short fat ugly guy with a funny kind of pushed-in face He shook my hand and said it was the first time they ever had a superstar in this place Lady Godiva bought me a few drinks and words came out of my mouth what they were I couldn't guess But it was something about showgirls, lapdancing, Motley Crew, you can guess the rest On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love Well, I walked outside, snow was fallin', I had some toys to put together, it was Christmas time Santa followed me into the parking lot and threw up on the hood of the car next to mine I gave him my hankerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as I sat at the light I swear I saw a sleigh with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot And cut across to the mall and a voice shouted, "Merry Christmas to all, you assholes, and a good fuckin' night" On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen I'm lost in the valley of the Supervixens Worshippin' at the feet of the goddess above I'm a pilgrim in the temple of love, Ma just a pilgrim in the temple of love RED HEADED WOMAN Well brunettes are From: M21 Glock Glock@Aol.com fine man When I saw Bruce in Arizona, And blondes are fun he added an extra verse that went But when it comes to getting a dirty job Well, push comes to shove and done shove comes to push and I was Moses standing for the burning bush of a... I'll take a red headed woman On "burning bush," he stopped annd held his arms A red headed woman straight out Elvis style and the crowd went nuts. It takes a red headed Besides that, though, he played the song the same woman as on this page. To get a dirty job done Josh Moore Well listen up stud Your life's been wasted Til you've got down on your knees and tasted A red headed woman A red headed woman It takes a red headed woman To get a dirty job done Tight skirt, strawberry hair Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there Big green eyes that look like, son They can see every cheap thing that you ever done Well, I don't know how many girls you dated, man But you ain't lived til you've had your tires rotated By a red headed woman A red headed woman It takes a red headed woman To get a dirty job done SELL IT AND THEY WILL COME I fell asleep on the couch last night, woke up with the TV on. There was a woman in tight cotton exercise shorts And a big plastic machine she was climbing on. She said "The Abacycle guarantees ten inches off your waist, And 50 pounds in just 3 minutes a day." I went to bed knowing the revolution had been postponed And everything was OK. You can buy it, you can try it, go right ahead. But don't be fooled folks, there's only one. I forget the guy's name but I know somebody must have said Sell it and they will come boys, sell it and they will come. I switched the channels and there was Evel Knievel, I thought that he was dead. I found myself sitting there quietly, hanging on every word he said. "Now folks, the Stimulator removes all pain from your life. And the best day of your life will be when you try this little thing out." The camera moved in as he said, "Now let me tell you ladies and gentlemen, Pain is something old Evel knows a little about" You can buy it, you can try it, that's what I said. But don't be fooled folks, there's only one. I forget that guy's name but I know somebody must have said Sell it and they will come boys, sell it and they will come. And a fellow comes on shouting "Free haircuts for life!", somehow you cut your hair with a vacuum cleaner. And then I switched the channels and there was Dionne Warwick, communing with her psychic friends. I watched for hours, taking warmth, comfort, and pleasure in the things that I despise. Touched by how much they needed me, and that gleeful desperation in their eyes. You can buy it, you can try it, it'll help you in bed. But don't be fooled folks, there's only one. I forget that guy's name but I know somebody said Sell it and they will come boys, sell it and they will come. So Dionne, Cher, and all my late-night friends, I drink to your health. And Tony Little, America's personal trainer, please kill yourself. Now I've sold a few things myself in my time, and by the way folks, there's some t-shirts on your way outside. Well last night I dreamed of lipstick and tight little cotton shorts "Harder, faster", she breathed. "One, two, three, four, five" Ride, Sally ride, girl, ride Sally ride. You can buy it, you can try it, it'll help you in bed. But don't be fooled folks, there's only one. I forget that guy's name but somebody said Sell it and they will come boys, sell it and they will come. SHUT OUT THE LIGHT The runway rushed up at him, as he felt the wheels touch down He stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town. He got off down on Main Street, and went into a local bar Bought a drink and found a seat in the corner in the dark She called up her mama to make sure the kids were outa' the house She checked herself out in the dining room mirror, and undid an extra button on her blouse He felt her lyin' next to him and the clock said 4 am He was starin' at the ceilin' he couldn't move his hands Oh mama, mama, mama come quick, I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick, throw your arms around me in the cold dark night, hey now mama don't shut out the light, don't you shut out the light,.... Well on his porch they stretched a banner, that said Johnny Welcome Home Bobby pulled his Ford outa' the garage and they polished up the chrome His mama said Johnny oh Johnny, I'm so glad to have you back with me His pa said he was sure they'd give him his job back at the renderin' factory Oh mama, mama, mama come quick, I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick, throw your arms around me in the cold dark night, hey now mama don't shut out the light, don't you shut out the light,.... Well deep in a dark forest, a forest filled with rain Beyond a stretch of Maryland pines there's a river without a name In the cold black water, Johnson Linnier stands He stares across the lights of the city and dreams of where he's been. Oh mama, mama, mama come quick, I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick, throw your arms around me in the cold dark night, hey now mama don't shut out the light, don't you shut out the light,.... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for Monty Smith for these lyrics. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER FOR ME BUT YOU. Princess Di did find another man Prince Charles may want to live as a tampon in another woman's underpants I know what he feels like I've been there too But there'll never be any other for me but you Will Elizibeth Taylor get married again? buddy, that's the question Poor Larry Fortenski got busted on his harly for illegal weapons possession I've been that down, I've been that crazy I've been that much of a fool But there'll never be any other for me but you man, a love that's real is a love that's hard like a pit bull on your ass, in a very small back yard a love that's hard can be a love that's true but I swear there'll never be any other for me but you Elvis and Priscilla Jim Baker and Tammy Fay Donald and Ivana once swore their love forever and a day I said those words yes, I meant 'em too but I swear there'll never be any other for me but you no baby, there'll never be any other for me but you --------------------------------------------------------------------------- As transcribed by Joe Schwind from a tape of the Providence show forwarded by David Bottimore bottidav@versar.com TOM JOAD (Woody Guthrie) Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen There he got his parole After four long years on a man killing charge Tom Joad come a walking down the road, poor boy Tom Joad come a walking down the road Tom Joad he met a truck driving man There he caught him a ride He said: "I just got loose from McAlester's Pen On a charge called Homicide, A charge called Homicide." That truck rolled away in a cloud of dust, Tommy turned his face toward home, He met Preacher Casey and they had a little drink, But they found that his family they was gone, He found that his family they was gone. He found his mother's old fashion shoe Found his daddy's hat. And he found little Muley and Muley said: "They've been tractored out by the cats, They've been tractored out by the cats." Tom Joad walked down to the neighbors farm Found his family. They took Preacher Casey and loaded in a car And his mother said "We got to git away." His mother said 'We got to get away." Now the twelve of the Joads made a mighty heavy load But Grandpa Joad did cry. He picked up a handful of land in his hand Said: "I'm stayin' with the farm till I die. Yes, I'm stayin' with my farm till I die." They fed him short ribs and coffee and soothing syrup And Grandpa Joad did die. They buried Grandpa Joad by the side of the road, Buried Grandma on the California side, They buried Grandma on the California side. They stood on a Mountain and they looked to the West And it looked like the promised land. That bright green valley with a river running through, There was work for every single hand, they thought, There was work for every single hand. The Joads rolled away to Jungle Camp, There they cooked a stew. And the hungry little kids of the Jungle Camp Said: "We'd like to have some too." Said: "We'd like to have some too." Now a Deputy Sheriff fired loose at a man Shot a woman in the back. Before he could take his aim again Preacher Casey dropped him in his track. Preacher Casey dropped him in his track. They handcuffed Casey and they took him to Jail And then he got away. And he met Tom Joad on the old river bridge, And these few words he did say, poor boy, These few words he did say. "I preached for the Lord a mighty long time Preached about the rich and the poor. Us workin' folks got to all get together, Cause we ain't got a chance anymore. We ain't got a chance anymore." The Deputies come and Tom and Casey run To the bridge where the water run down. But the vigilante they hit Casey with a club, They laid Preacher Casey on the ground. They laid Preacher Casey on the ground. Tom Joad he grabbed that Deputy's club Hit him over the head. Tom Joad took flight in the dark rainy night A Deputy and a Preacher lying dead, two men, A Deputy and a Preacher lying dead. Tom run back where his mother was asleep He woke her up out of bed. Then he kissed goodbye to the mother that he loved Said what Preacher Casey said, Tom Joad, He said what Preacher Casey said. "Ever'body might be just one big soul Well it looks that a way to me. Everywhere that you look in the day or night That's where I'm gonna be, Ma, That's where I'm gonna be. Wherever little children are hungry and cry Wherever people ain't free. Wherever men are fightin' for their rights That's where I'm gonna be, Ma. That's where I'm a gonna be. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for Monty Smith for these lyrics. THE WISH Dirty old street, all slushed up in the rain and snow. Little boy and his ma, standin' outside a run-down music store window. On top of the Christmas tree shines one beautiful star, and lyin' underneath, a brand new Japanese guitar. I remember in the mornin' Ma, hearin' your alarm clock ring. I'd lie awake and listen to you gettin' ready for work, the sound of your makeup case on the sink. And the ladies at the office, all silk stockin's and rustlin' skirts. And how proud and happy you always looked, walkin' home from work. Well if Pa's eyes were windows, into a world so deadly and true, you couldn't stop me from lookin', but you kept me from crawlin' through. Well it's a funny old world Ma, where a little boys's wishes come true. Well I got a few in my pocket, and a special one just for you. It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers, or a Mother's day card. It ain't no house on the hill, with a garden and a nice little yard. I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me at a glance. We'll find us a rock 'n roll bar, baby we'll go out and dance. Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants, gettin' up in the livin' room, to do the twist for my uncles and aunts. Well I got a girl of my own now Ma, yeah, we're doin' OK. And I've been workin' up the nerve, to say what it is I got to say. Last night we sat around laughin', at all those things that guitar brought us, and I laid awake thinkin' about the other things it's brought. Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen, this one's for you, let me come right out and say, that if you're lookin' for a sad song, well, I'm not gonna play it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for Monty Smith for these lyrics.