Bruce Springsteen — Seeds

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 Driving down, down, down Man, now I live on the streets Of Houston town Packed up my wife and kids When winter came along And we headed down south With just spit and a song But they said, sorry, son It's gone, gone, gone Well, there's men hunkered down By the railroad tracks The Elkhorn special Blowing my hair back Tents pitched on the highway In the dirty moonlight And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight Parked in the lumberyard Freezing our asses off My kid's in the backseat Got a graveyard cough Well, I'm sleeping up In front with my wife Billyclub tapping on the windshield In the middle of the night Says move along, man, move along Well, big limousine Long, shiny and black You don't look ahead You don't look back How many times can you get up After you've 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 on it, Jack You're better off buying a shotgun Dead off the rack You ain't gonna find nothing down here, friend Except seeds blowing up the highway In the south wind Moving on Moving on It's gone, gone, all gone