This hard land       (Listen to sample)

 

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1.Hey there mister,can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown?

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    Can you give me a reason, sir,    as to why they've never grown ?

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    They've just    blown around from town to town,

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     till they're      back out on these fields.

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    Where they fall from my hand ? Back into the dirt of this hard land.

 

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2. Now me and my sister     from Germantown, well, we did ride,

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    We made our bed, sir,    from the rock on the mountainside.

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    We been     blowin' around from town to town,

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    lookin' for a place to stand.

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    Where the sun burst through the cloud, to fall like a circle

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    like a circle of fire down on this hard land.

 

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3. Now even the rain,  it don't come 'round,

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    it don't come 'round here no more,

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    and the only sound at night's the wind slammin' the back porch door.

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    It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down,

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    twistin' and churnin' up the sand.

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    Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down,

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    face down in the dirt of this hard land.

 

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4. From a building up on the hill

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    I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range",

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    I can see them Bar-M choppers sweepin' low across the plains.

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    It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle,

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    our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand.

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    We're ridin' in the whirlwind, searchin' for lost treasure,

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    way down south of the Rio Grande.

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    We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight,

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    up onto the banks of this hard land.

 

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5. Hey, Frank, won't ya pack your bags,

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    and meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall.

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    Just one kiss from you my brother,     and we'll ride until we fall.

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    We'll sleep in the fields, we'll sleep by the rivers,

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    and in the morning we'll make a plan.

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    Well, if you can't make it, stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive

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    if you can, -   and meet me in a dream of this hard land.

 

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    (Bruce Springsteen)