Lyrics This Hard Land (Live at Hovet, Stockholm, Sweden - 06/25/05) - 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
Yeah, where they fall from my hand
Well, back into the dirt of this hard land

Here, me and my sister
From Germantown, yeah we did ride
Well, we made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountainside

Yeah, we've been blowin' around from town to town
Yeah, lookin' for a place to stand
Where the sun burst through the cloud to fall like a circle of fire
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now, even the rain it don't come 'round
It don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
The wind slammin' the back-porch door

It stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
And leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
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 'em 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
Yeah, 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 ya pack your bags
Meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
I just one kiss from you, my brother
And we'll ride until we fall

Yeah, 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

Yeah!