The E Street Band feat. Bruce Springsteen -
The Fox Theatre, Atlanta, Georgia USA 30th September 1978 (Live Radio Broadcast Concert - Remastered)
Badlands
Light's out tonight
Trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision
Smashin' in my guts, man
Caught in a crossfire
That I don't understand
But there's one thing I know for sure, girl
I don't give a damn
For the same old played out scenes
I don't give a damn for just the in-betweens
Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul
I want control right now
To talk about a dream, try to make it real
You wake up in the night
With a fear so real
You spend your life waiting
For a moment that just don't come
Well don't waste your time waiting
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' 'til it's understood
These badlands start treating us good
Workin' in the field
You get your back burned
Workin' 'neath the wheels
You get your facts learned
Baby, I got my facts
Learned real good right now
You better get it straight, darlin'
Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
'Til he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got
Well, I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the faith that could save me
I believe in the hope
And I pray that some day
It may raise me above these
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' 'til it's understood
These badlands start treating us good
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the ones who had a notion
A notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face
That ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place
I wanna spit in the face of these
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' til it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
How you doin' tonight?
That's good. Me too
I'd like to do this next song for, for John Hall and Graham Nash and Bonnie Raitt and Tom Campbell
They're the musicians who ah, had the conviction and the energy to, to put this together what we're doin' down here
And I did this for Jackson Browne and, and that little boy
Trouble in the heartland
Got a head-on collision
Smashin' in my guts, man
Caught in a crossfire
That I don't understand
But there's one thing I know for sure, girl
I don't give a damn
For the same old played out scenes
I don't give a damn for just the in-betweens
Honey, I want the heart, I want the soul
I want control right now
To talk about a dream, try to make it real
You wake up in the night
With a fear so real
You spend your life waiting
For a moment that just don't come
Well don't waste your time waiting
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' 'til it's understood
These badlands start treating us good
Workin' in the field
You get your back burned
Workin' 'neath the wheels
You get your facts learned
Baby, I got my facts
Learned real good right now
You better get it straight, darlin'
Poor man wanna be rich
Rich man wanna be king
And a king ain't satisfied
'Til he rules everything
I wanna go out tonight
I wanna find out what I got
Well, I believe in the love that you gave me
I believe in the faith that could save me
I believe in the hope
And I pray that some day
It may raise me above these
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' 'til it's understood
These badlands start treating us good
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
For the ones who had a notion
A notion deep inside
That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
I wanna find one face
That ain't looking through me
I wanna find one place
I wanna spit in the face of these
Badlands, you gotta live it everyday
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price you've gotta pay
Keep pushin' til it's understood
And these badlands start treating us good
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa badlands
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
How you doin' tonight?
That's good. Me too
I'd like to do this next song for, for John Hall and Graham Nash and Bonnie Raitt and Tom Campbell
They're the musicians who ah, had the conviction and the energy to, to put this together what we're doin' down here
And I did this for Jackson Browne and, and that little boy
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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