Lyrics This Hard Land - Live at Estadio de Anoeta, San Sebastian, Spain - 05/17/16 - 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
'Til they're back out on these fields
Where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land

And now 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 land
Where the sun burst through the cloud to fall like a circle
Like 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' that back porch door
Stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
Face down 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 see them Bar-M choppers sweepin' low across the plains
And 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?
It just one kiss from you my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
We'll 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