1.Dead Man Walkin'(From The Movie'Dead Man Walking')
There's a pale horse comin
And I'm gonna ride it
I'll rise in the mornin
With my fate beside it
I'm a dead man walkin
I'm a dead man walkin
In Saint James Parish
I was born and Christened
How I got my story
Mister, there ain't no need for you to listen
It's just a dead man talkin
Bridge： I had a job, I had a girl
But between our dreams and actions lie this world
In the deep forest
Their blood and tears rushed over me
All I could feel was the drugs and shotgun
And my fear up inside me
Like a dead man talkin (walkin ？)
Bridge： Neath the summer sky my eyes went black
Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have
Now the clouds above my prison
Move slowly cross the sky
There's a new day comin
And my dreams are full tonight.
2.Highway 29
Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen
Music：Bruce Springsteen
I slipped on her shoe, she was a perfect size seven
I said 'There's no smokin' in the store, ma'am'
She crossed her legs and then
We made some small talk, that's where it should have stopped
She slipped me her number, I put it in my pocked
My hand slipped up her skirt, everything slipped my mind
In that little roadhouse
On Highway 29
It was a small-town bank, it was a mess
Well I had a gun, you know the rest
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood
And she was cryin', her and me we headed south
On Highway 29
In al little desert motel the air was hot and clean
I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream
I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink
We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line
The winter sun shot through the black trees
I told myself it was all something in her
But as we drove I knew it was something in me
Something that'd been comin' for a long long time
And something that was here with me now
On Highway 29
The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline
She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream
The wind come silent through the windshield
All I could see was snow, sky and pines
I closed my eyes and I was runnin'
I was runnin', then I was flyin'
3.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 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
4.Does this Bus Stop at 82nd Street？
Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen
Music：Bruce Springsteen
Hey bus driver keep the change, bless your children, give them
names,
don't trust men who walk with canes
drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train
Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again.
Where dock worker's dreams mix with panther's schemes to someday
own the rodeo
Tainted women in Vistavision perform for out-of-state kids at
the late show.
Wizard imps and sweat sock pimps, interstellar mongrel nymphs
Rex said that lady left him limp. Love's like that (sure it is).
Queen of diamonds, ace of spades, newly discovered lovers of the
everglades
They take out a full page ad in the trades to announce their
arrival
And Mary Lou she found out how to cope, she rides to heaven on a
gyroscope
The Daily News asks her for the dope
She says 'Man, the dope's that there's still hope'.
Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose
Uptown in Harlem she throw a rose to some lucky, young matador.
| 
