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Brothers Under The Bridges ('83) - Bruce Springsteen



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Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay

A                   E                   D

Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay



     A                    E

Well every spring when the weather gets warm

         Bm                         D

They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms 

       A            E

Driving 455s running hard and strong 

              Bm                        D

They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long

                                E

'Neath the trestles drinkin' the beer and the wine

        D                         E

Now some came to run, some just to pass the time

         A    G#m D           A

With the brothers under the bridges 



                                                  E

Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet

              Bm                        D

Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get

               A                        E

We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake

             Bm                        D

As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break

                                E

Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes

      D                                   E

Now together 'neath the trestles they'd be laughing in the night 

         A    G#m D           A

With the brothers under the bridges 



         D                                                          A

Well now me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town

     D                                                                 A          E

And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down

     D                                                    A

We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come

                          E

And we'd lay there in the night talkin' about how we might someday be one 

                          D    C#m E           A

Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges





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                     E                       Bm                      D

Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone

        A                         E                 Bm                  D

Well I'm sittin down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where, where I belong

                   E

Tonight up here on Signal Hill

          D                                         E

I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still

        A                E            Bm

Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind sends a chill

            A    G#m D           A

Through the brothers under the bridges 



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Lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay lay 





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