| Song | Dry Lightning |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | The Ghost Of Tom Joad |
| 作词 : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen | |
| I threw my robe on in the morning | |
| Watched the ring on the stove turn to red | |
| Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee | |
| Pulled on my boots and made the bed | |
| Screen door hangin' off its hinges | |
| Kept bangin' me awake all night | |
| As I look out the window | |
| The only thing in sight | |
| Is dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| Just dry lightning and you on my mind | |
| I chased the heat of her blood | |
| Like it was the holy grail | |
| Descend beautiful spirit | |
| Into the evening pale | |
| Her appaloosa's | |
| Kickin' in the corral smelling rain | |
| There's a low thunder rolling | |
| 'Cross the mesquite plain | |
| But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| It's just dry lightning and you on my mind | |
| I'd drive down to Alvarado street | |
| Where she danced to make ends meet | |
| I'd spend the night over my gin | |
| As she'd talk to her men | |
| Well the piss yellow sun | |
| Comes bringin' up the day | |
| She said 'ain't nobody gonna give nobody | |
| What they really need anyway' | |
| Well you get so sick of the fightin' | |
| You lose your fear of the end | |
| But you can't lose your memory | |
| And the sweet smell of your skin | |
| And it's just dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| Just dry lightning and you on my mind |
| zuò cí : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| I threw my robe on in the morning | |
| Watched the ring on the stove turn to red | |
| Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee | |
| Pulled on my boots and made the bed | |
| Screen door hangin' off its hinges | |
| Kept bangin' me awake all night | |
| As I look out the window | |
| The only thing in sight | |
| Is dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| Just dry lightning and you on my mind | |
| I chased the heat of her blood | |
| Like it was the holy grail | |
| Descend beautiful spirit | |
| Into the evening pale | |
| Her appaloosa' s | |
| Kickin' in the corral smelling rain | |
| There' s a low thunder rolling | |
| ' Cross the mesquite plain | |
| But there' s just dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| It' s just dry lightning and you on my mind | |
| I' d drive down to Alvarado street | |
| Where she danced to make ends meet | |
| I' d spend the night over my gin | |
| As she' d talk to her men | |
| Well the piss yellow sun | |
| Comes bringin' up the day | |
| She said ' ain' t nobody gonna give nobody | |
| What they really need anyway' | |
| Well you get so sick of the fightin' | |
| You lose your fear of the end | |
| But you can' t lose your memory | |
| And the sweet smell of your skin | |
| And it' s just dry lightning on the horizon line | |
| Just dry lightning and you on my mind |