#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
{t:Seeds}
{st:Bruce Springsteen}
{st:acoustic version 6/1/93 Valle Hovin, Oslo, Norway}
{st:from the bootleg "USA Blues"}
Well A great black river A man had found
So he put all his money in a hole in the ground
And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down
Now I live on the streets of Houston town
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
We headed down south with just spit and a song
But they said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone
It's gone gone gone it's all gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
Yeah that Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight
And I don't know just where I'm gonna sleep tonight
Parked in the lumberyard we're freezin' our asses off
My kids in the back seat they got a graveyard cough
Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife
Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night
Says "Move Along son move Along"
Well a big limousine long shiny and black
Well you don't look ahead and you don't look back
How many times can you get up after you been hit?
Well I swear if I could spare the spit
I'd lay one on your shiny chrome
And send you on your way back home
So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow
To go on down where that sweet soda river flow
Well you better think twice twice on it Jack
You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack
'Cause there ain't nothin' down here down here friend
Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind
We're movin' on movin' on we're movin' on
{d:C 1 0 1 0 2 3 3}
{d:D 1 2 3 2 0 0 -1}
{d:G 1 3 3 0 0 2 3}
{st:transcribed by Gunnar Bittersmann
<gunnar@cs.tu-berlin.de>
}
</gunnar@cs.tu-berlin.de>