The Boss (Tribute to Bruce Springsteen)

In the land of hope and dreams
a nothing man works his schemes.
Across the borderline and lost in the flood
a real man loses covered in blood.
Born in the U.S.A or born faraway
they just want you to fade away.
Mansion on the hill, doesn’t worry about the bills.
Factory down here is busy selling pills.
Downound train whistles in the night
Stolen cars are blinded by the light.
Soul drivers are racing in the street
while blood brothers are out on their feet.
In the darkness on the edge of town
where shady deals are going down,
kids who were born to run
are being held up without a gun.
Crossing the river to the promised land.
State trooper grabs him by the hand.
“Walk like a man” he tells himself.
As the shut out the light and leave him on the shelf.

song book on brown classical guitar on green grass during daytime
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