Brothers Under The Bridges — текст песни (Bruce Springsteen)

Saigon, it was all gone

The same coke machines as the streets I grew on

Down in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Campsites an hours walk from the nearest road or town

Theres too much brush in camp for the chp choppers to touch down

Aint lookin for nothin , I just want to live

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Come the santa anas and man that dry brush would light

Jimmy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night

We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge

Me and the brothers under the bridge



I had enough of the town oh and the straight life

Aint careful you end up on the wrong end of someones knife

Now I want no trouble and I aint got none to give

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Well I shipped home back in 72

And you know you were just a beautiul light in your moms dark eyes of

Blue

I stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kids

Me and the brothers under the bridge



Come veterans day I sat on the stand in my dress blues

I held your mothers hand, and they passed with the red, white and

Blue

One minute youre right there, and somethin slips.............