Bruce Springsteen : Somewhere North Of Nashville

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Well Jimmy Lee was hookin' 'round the far turn of a funky southern Florida dirt track

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He had mud caked on his goggles and a screamin' 350 stacked up on his back

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Well as he passed the stands he was feelin' all tuckered out

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When through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout

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"Stand on it, come on boy, stand on it" Mary Beth started to drift, she hit the shift but she just couldn't get a hand on it Racin' some Red Hill boys, she had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39 He hollered "Stand on it, go ahead baby, stand on it" Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out, just stand on it Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know what you're gonna do, well buddy, stand on it Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl, go see a rock and roll band And stand on it, come on man, stand on it

Instrumental verse

Well now Columbus he discovered America even though he hadn't planned on it He got lost and woke up one morning when he's about to land on it He wouldn't of got out of Italy, man that's for sure Without Queen Isabella standing on the shore Shouting "Stand on it, go ahead man, stand on it" Well now when in doubt and you can't figure it out, just stand on it Well, if your mind's confused, you don't know what you're gonna do, well buddy, stand on it Well if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl, go see a rock and roll band And stand on it, Come on man, stand on it Bobby was leadin' the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul Well fifty yards from the finish line somebody roared up and they blew him into the wall Well he rolled over twice, lucky to survive Layin' in the back of the ambulance more dead than alive Somebody shouted "Man, you call that drivin'? Why didn't you stand on it?"

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There's a man who leads a life of danger

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With everyone he meets, he stays a stranger

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He's a repo man, oh baby, that's a repo man Well, hey big daddy cruisin' down the line You don't make your monthly that Mercedes is mine I'm a repo man, hey buddy, I'm a repo man

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Well, dead beats, tax cheats, you on welfare

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Had a little dry spell, repo man don't care

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A repo man lives by a code

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You don't pay and I own your little piece of the road Hide it in the city, hide it in the 'burbs You wake up and it's gone 'fore you can say the words Repo man, quick baby, it's the repo man

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Grifters, bums, hard cases, and slobs A real repo man, he loves his job Couldn't tell you how many times I could've got killed or laid You shouldn't a bought it if you couldn't a paid Gran Torino way up in the Bronx Guy with a pistol in his briefs and socks Shoutin' repo man, I'll kill you, repo man Well, a little pink nighty cryin' by the road Sorry Miss, a repo man's got his code I'm a repo man, yeah baby, I'm a repo man

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Porch light flickering, I'm under the hood A shot, I'm burning rubber, ahhh life is good I'm a repo man, yeah baby, that's a repo man Honey, I'm a repo man, oh, that's a real repo man Yeah sugar, I'm a repo man, good God, baby, I'm a repo man

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Tiger rose, let me read some prose to you

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Just as long as it shows my love, any verse will do

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Honey, I could make you happy, if you'd only let me, heaven knows

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My, my, tiger rose

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Well, I went to work as usual on the local commuter train

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I snuck back home early and I tiptoed to the window pane

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There was a man eating from my refrigerator, he was dressed up in my clothes

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Why, why, tiger rose?

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I told you, you weren't any better than all those other dirty so-and-sos

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You said I wasn't any different than a thousand other Joe Blows

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Well, love disappears so quickly and when it goes it goes

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Why, why, tiger rose?

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My, my, tiger rose

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How can you tell me that you miss me

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When the last time I saw you, you wouldn't even kiss me?

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That rich guy you've been seeing, well, he must have put you down

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So welcome back, baby, to the poor side of town

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To him, you were nothing but a plaything

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Nothing more than an overnight fling

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To me, you were the greatest, the greatest thing I'd ever found

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And it's hard to find nice things on the poor side of town

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I can't blame you for trying

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I'm trying to make it too

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I got one little problem

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I can't make it without you

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So tell me, baby, will you think you'll stay now?

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You know I'd stand by you all the way now

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Side by side, darlin', no one could ever keep us down

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Together we could make it, baby, from the poor side of town

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Together we can make it from the poor side of town

Capo:

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I'm rumblin' out of town, cross the West side tracks Driving my pa's flatbed with a load of chickens in the back

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I'm a little illegal but I ain't on fire

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I got them hens tied down with a rope and chicken wire

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Up in the cab me and Wilson ain't got a shot Between the noise from the engine and them chickens sqwaking all about

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There's a low bridge coming up on 105

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And if we don't make it, man them feathers gonna fly |

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I took a hard turn just south of the Kokomo Our rope gave out, my load shifted, we was all over the road

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Pens bustin' on the blacktop, chickens scattered all about

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Running hellbent cross the highway getting turned inside out

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By the local commuters at sixty mile per hour

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In five minutes it was all over except for the flowers |

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Well that flatbed was sideways in a drainage ditch There wasn't no way she was moving without a crane and a hitch

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When the higway patrol came in and setup a road block

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We was chasing some survivors cross the parking lot

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Well I stood up and checked the situation at hand

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Lord don't let me spend my life as a delivery man

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Additional verse (where is this from?)

Now Wilson ain't bad looking, 'cept he's kind of shy And I got him a girl in rails tonight Well she goes by the name of Beverly Jean She's got eyes like a jack rabbit, staring dead in your high beams On her Bureau the world trade centers glow When she turns 'em upside down, well they're covered in snow All Wilson says is I don't know Wayne I don't know

Capo:

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Left my home, left my friends

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I can't go back again

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I don't know why

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And I don't know why Baby, now here I am Yeah, just another hired hand Watchin' the seasons fly by Watchin' 'em fly on by

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Summer comes around and I miss you

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Without you I'm just another guy (

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| Well, come the spring we ride the line Mend the fence where it's been torn Spent the day tearin' out That oak that fell in the winter storm Work's in and the day's gone down Hop in a pickup, head into town Just to end up dead drunk And thrown back in your bunk Winter comes around and I want to kiss you Kiss you and feel you by my side Under a big sky |

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Well, that morning I had to go

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I packed my bags kinda slow

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You said, "John, why must you always leave

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The ones who love you so?" But I had it set in my head Believed every word the newspaper said Now it's plain to see Yeah, the joke's on me |

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Tonight I'm chasin' strays down in the canyon I shout your name and listen as the echo dies Under a big sky |

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Well, I'm a hundred-percent guaranteed

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Honey, I'm the finisher that you need

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I'm your detail man, baby, I'm your detail man

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You want the job done right, Any time of day or night

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Call the detail man Well, I'll dot all the I's and I'll cross all your "t"s From your pretty red lips down to your knees I'm a detail man, baby, I'm a detail man Well, I understand if you need a good hand Call a detail man Well, a detail man will never leave you in doubt I'll kiss you in places other men ain't even heard about I'm a detail man, baby, I'm a detail man You want the job done right any time of day or night Call your detail man |

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| Well, a detail man he always gets it right He's still working when other men have rolled over and called it a night I'm a detail man, baby, I'm a detail man I know you understand if you need a good hand Call your detail man

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It don't matter if you're custom

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It don't matter, you're stock

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I'll have you purring like a kitty and running like a clock

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You want a little of the spit-and-shine

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Call the detail man and you're mine Well, now it's as simple as a singing bird Come to where professionalism ain't a dirty word Call your detail man, call your detail man You want the job done right any time of day or night Call your detail man

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Well, call your detail man Yeah, your detail man Sugar, I'm a detail man Let me be your detail man Wanna be your detail man Let me be your detail man Wanna be your detail man

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Up there on Silver Mountain

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That's where I'll wait for you

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Up there on Silver Mountain

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Up where the sky is blue Your books I used to carry When we were back at school Now you're the girl I want to marry I won't rest until I do

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Will you meet me by the river?

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Where the current runs dark and strong

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I know your daddy's waiting

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So I'm coming with my guns on |

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| Up there on Silver Mountain Where the folks are easy to laugh Up there on Silver Mountain As long as you don't cross their path Will you meet me at the river? I'll take you for my bride Tell your daddy that I'm comin' I ain't leaving 'til I'm satisfied |

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| Up where the silver river Rushes over the roots of that big ol' tree On the banks at the end of the river We stood there, your dad and me

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Hello John, I plan on leaving here with her

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It's a good day as any to die

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My blood mixed with the clay of the river

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I saw your face against the sky

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Goodbye, my sweet love, goodbye |

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Capo:

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Born in the USA outtake; released on Tracks

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You got your book baby with all your fears

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Let me honey and I'll catch your tears (na na na na)

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I'll take your sorrow if you want me to (na na na na)

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Come tomorrow, that's what I'll do, listen to me!

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Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no)

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Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no)

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Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no)

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Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Well you say you got no new dreams to touch You feel like a stranger babe who knows too much You come home late and get undressed You lie in bed and feel this emptiness, well listen to me! Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no)

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Till every river it runs dry Until the sun's torn from the sky Till every feel you've felt burst free Gone tumbling down into the sea, listen to me! Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no) Janey don't you lose heart (no no no no)

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The lights are out all over town

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The evening sun is sinking down

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I know you're good, babe, at moving on

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But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

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Bartender's ringing last call

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Does anyone hear angels when they fall?

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Here's one last drink, dear, and we'll dance to our song

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But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

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You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

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When the nights get lonely and long

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I know you're good, babe, at traveling on

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But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone |

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You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

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When the nights get lonely and long

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I know you're good, babe, at moving on

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But you're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Capo:

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Well, this blue, blue highway is on my mind

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This blue, blue highway that I can't leave behind

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Someday I'm gonna build me a fine house, yeah, high up on a hill

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Where pain and memory, pain and memory have been stilled

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And this blue, blue highway stretches on and on

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This blue, blue highway and my blue, blue song

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Well, down here below, sir

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They say nothing lasts

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Great mansions and true love

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Well, they fall in dust and ash

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And this blue, blue highway stretches on and on

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This blue, blue highway and this blue, blue song |

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I'm gonna find me a woman

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And figure it all out

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I'm gonna build me a mansion

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Above all this shadow and doubt

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And this blue, blue highway just winds and winds

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Got this blue, blue highway and you on my mind |

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Bruce Springsteen : Somewhere North Of Nashville
1995

Stand On It

Repo Man

Tiger Rose

Poor Side Of Town

Delivery Man

Under A Big Sky

Detail Man

Silver Mountain

Janey, Don't You Lose Heart

You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone

Blue Highway

Bruce Springsteen : Somewhere North Of Nashville 1995

Stand On It

Repo Man

Tiger Rose

Poor Side Of Town

Delivery Man

Under A Big Sky

Detail Man

Silver Mountain

Janey, Don't You Lose Heart

You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone

Blue Highway

Bruce Springsteen : Somewhere North Of Nashville
1995