This Hard Land Lyrics
| Song | This Hard Land |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | USA Blues [Acoustic] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 BarM 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 |
| 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 BarM 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 |
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