Lyrics This Hard Land (Studio Outtake - 1982) - Bruce Springsteen

Well, 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 never grown?

They just blown around from town to town
Back out on to these fields
Where they fall from, from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land
Come on

Well, me and my sister
From Germantown, yeah, we did ride
And we made our beds, sir
From the rock on the mountain side

We've been blowing around from town to town
Looking for a place to land
Where the sun could break through the clouds and fall like a circle
A circle of fire down on this hard land

Well, now even the rain it don't come 'round
Don't come around here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slamming that back porch door

Yeah, it stirs you up like it wants to just blow you down
Twisting and churning up the sand
Leaving all them scarecrows lying face down
Into the dirt of this hard land

Well, from a building up on the hill
I hear a tape deck blasting "Home On The Range"
And I can hear them bar rim choppers
Sweeping low across the plains

It's me and you Frank, we're looking for lost cattle
Our hooves twisting and churning up the sand
Yeah, we're riding in the whirlwind, searching for a treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're riding 'cross that river in the moonlight
Way up onto the banks of this hard land

Well hey Frank, won't you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
I just want a kiss from you my brother
And we'll ride until we fall

We'll sleep out 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

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