Bruce Springsteen - Southern Son
Born on the Hudson, twenty-two years goneBred and raised in the CityFrom my daddy's knee I learned the Union songsBut Grandma sang lullabies of DixieAnd though the Northern winter fills my heart with joyOh it's a Southern sun that shines downOn this Yankee boyMama dreamed of Paris nightsAnd boatin' on the SeineShe said, we're gonna make it there tooSoon as Papa comes home againAnd she'd speak to me in broken frenchDressed like a painting of Lautrec'sIn the night she'd clutch me to her breastAnd say, we'll make it outta here yetAnd though Parisian womenStrut so fine down the Eiffel mallIt's a Southern one I sing my songs forWell with the local bunch of do-good boysAnd an old man from the WestWe crossed the land in the caravanYes we traveled with the bestWith circus acts and vaudeville hacksAnd the Mississippi Delta QueenShe told me the news and sold me her bluesIn an alley in New OrleansAnd though the Western plains are still stainedWith the blood of great cowboysIt's a Southern sunThat shine down on this Yankee boy
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Brothers Under The Bridge
The Fever
Trouble River
Baby Doll
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Evacuation Of The West (a.k.a. No More Kings in Texas)
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