Bruce Springsteen

[fox69]

JACK OF ALL TRADES

JACK OF ALL TRADES


i'll mow your lawn, clean the leaves out your drain
i'll mend your roof to keep out the rain
i'll take the work that god provides
i'm a jack of all trades, honey, we'll be alright

i'll hammer the nails, and i'll set the stone
i'll harvest your crops when they're ripe and grown
i'll pull that engine apart and patch her up 'til she's running right
i'm a jack of all trades, we'll be alright

a hurricane blows, brings a hard rain
when the blue sky breaks, feels like the world's gonna change
we'll start caring for each other like jesus said that we might
i'm a jack of all trades, we'll be alright

the banker man grows fatter, the working man grows thin
it's all happened before and it'll happen again
it'll happen again, they'll bet your life
i'm a jack of all trades and, darling, we'll be alright



now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
here we stood the drought, now we'll stand the flood
there's a new world coming, i can see the light
i'm a jack of all trades, we'll be alright

so you use what you've got, and you learn to make do
you take the old, you make it new
if i had me a gun, i'd find the bastards and shoot 'em on sight
i'm a jack of all trades, we'll be alright
i'm a jack of all trades, we'll be alright

 

[fox69]

JACKSON CAGE

JACKSON CAGE


Driving home she grabs something to eat
Turns a corner and drives down her street
Into a row of houses she just melts away
Like the scenery in another man's play
Into a house where the blinds are closed
To keep from seeing things she don't wanna know
She pulls the blinds and looks out on the street
The cool of the night takes the edge off the heat
In the Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
You can try with all your might
But you're reminded every night
That you been judged and handed life
Down in Jackson Cage
Every day ends in wasted motion
Just crossed swords on the killing floor
To settle back is to settle without knowing
The hard edge that you're settling for
Because there's always just one more day
And it's always gonna be that way
Little girl you've been down here so long
I can tell by the way that you move you belong to
The Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
And it don't matter just what you say
Are you tough enough to play the game they play
Or will you just do your time and fade away
Down into the Jackson Cage

Baby there's nights when I dream of a better world
But I wake up so downhearted girl
I see you feeling so tired and confused
I wonder what it's worth to me or you
Just waiting to see some sun
Never knowing if that day will ever come
Left alone standing out on the street
Till you become the hand that turns the key down in
Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
Well darlin' can you understand
The way that they will turn a man
Into a stranger to waste away
Down in the Jackson Cage

 

[fox69]

JANEY DON'T YOU LOSE HEART

JANEY DON'T YOU LOSE HEART


You got your book baby with all your fears
Let me honey and I'll catch your tears
Ill take your sorrow if you want me to
Come tomorrow
That's what I'll do
Listen to me

Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart

Well you say you got no new dreams to touch
You feel like a stranger babe who knows too much
You come home late and get undressed
You lie in bed and feel this emptiness
Well listen to me

Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart

Till every river it runs dry
Until the suns torn from the sky
Till every feel youve felt burst free
Gone tumblin down into the sea

Listen to me
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart
Janey don't you lose heart

 

[fox69]

JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER

JANEY NEEDS A SHOOTER


Well janey's got a doctor who tears apart her insides.
He investigates her and silently bates her every little sigh.
Oh, he probes with his fingers but he knows her heart only through a stethescope.
Oh, his hands are so old and his instruments so cold
Janey turns him down like dope.

And janey's got a proctor. from his marble pulpit he smiles.
He provides consolation and an open invitation to confession at any time.
Between the pages of his bible he holds from what janey he hides.
With her doors open wide she begs "come inside."
He's too long been content to mess around with the handles on the outside.

And janey needs a shooter
A shooter like this boy on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Someone who knows her style
And i know her style

Well janey loved a mechanic who owned a gas station down on route 9.
Well she took him to bed and i beat my head on *his gas tanks and bled all over his tires.
And then he smashed my car with big tow bar. i got out and asked him why.
He said, "'cuz with her it's either you or me, and it's gonna be me."
And i watched janey silently stand by.

Then she flopped with a cop who lived 'round the block.
He'd come peak in my window every night.
Janey's skin would turn pale as the siren he'd wail outside my house all night long when he knew she was inside.
She said his big gun was fun but janey's small, and sometimes he scared her.
So i held her real close. she was more a saint than a ghost.
And told her i so long had been prepared for her.

And janey needs a shooter
A shooter just like me on her side
Janey needs a shooter
Somebody who won't let her slide
And i can't let her slide

Woah, stay in here tonight, baby, and i won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight, woah, janey, and i won't let you slide.
I'm stayin' here tonight. baby i'm a-can'(t) let you slide.

 

[fox69]

JAZZ MUSICIAN

JAZZ MUSICIAN


Well it?s saturday night in new jerseyAnd you?re feeling kinda wetNow the summer heat is getting you worriedSo you try to look as innocent as you can as you sweatAnd you?ve got a woman on the other side of the lawBut it ain?t cool to go see her yetBecause her ex-old man?s a city copWho thinks he?s auditioning for dragnetSo you stand on the corner looking kinda tornAnd in the blue light loungeWhere death was bornThe jazz musician blows his hornYou pop a letter to your baby in richmond?cause you?re feeling pretty downShe?s kinda small but at least she?s a rich oneOh, and she needs you real badAnd sometimes that?s all that countsYou had a teenage band and flying handsAnd oh, you was pretty big, you were pretty big in theSouthBut you passed out on stage and flew into a rageAnd someone tried to revive youMouth to mouthYou felt a pain in your chestAs you passed the crownAnd in the blue light loungeThe lights went downAnd the audience slipped silently out of townWell now the atheist he burns you for laughing out loudBecause he can?t understand what you?re sayingAnd the word?s out when they pushed him in the holeEverybody knows that he went out prayingOh, now the park is dark but the sidewalk?s brightAnd alive with the light of the livingOh and mama can I walk you home tonight?cause it?s a big bad cityAnd this boy?s got a lot for the givingI?m stranded in the jungleFirst stage witness at a company killingI?m clutching my high school diploma, shuffling my feetPromised sixty bucks a weekAnd guaranteed top billingWell you can live a life of love in new yorkOnly if you don?t, if you don?t love livingAnd I met this taxi driver who drives me around townTelling tales of his back seat womenAnd out on the corner there?s no room to move?cause everybody?s trying so hard to grooveAnd in the blue light loungeThe jazz musician plays his blues

 

[fox69]

JEANNY NEEDS A SHOOTER

JEANNY NEEDS A SHOOTER


I was born down by the riverWhere the dirty river flowsAnd the cool wind cut through meIt cut right through my clothesAnd the anger and the yearningLike fever in my veinsSet the fire burningShe came down from knightstownWith her hands hard from the lineFrom the first time I laid eyes on herI knew that she?s be mineHer father was a lawmanHe swore he?d shoot me dead?cause he knew I wanted jeannieAnd I?d have her like I?d saidJeannie needs a shooter, shooter like meJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her sideJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooterWe met down by the riverOn the final day in mayAnd when I leaned down to kiss herShe did not turn awayI drew out all my moneyAnd together we did vowTo meet that very eveningAnd to get away somehowJeannie needs a shooter, shooter like meJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooter, shooter on her sideJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooterJeannie needs a shooterThe night was cold and rainyDown by the borderlineI was riding hard to meet herWhen a shot rang out behindAs I lay there in the darknessWith a pistol by my sideJeannie and her fatherRode off into the nightJeannie needs a shooter

 

[fox69]

JERSEY GIRL

JERSEY GIRL


I got no time for the corner boys
Down in the street making all that noise
Or the girls out on the avenue
`cause tonight i wanna be with you
Tonight i'm gonna take that ride
Across the river to the jersey side
Take my baby to the carnival
And i'll take her on all the rides

`cause down the shore everything's all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
You know all my dreams come true
When i'm walking down the street with you

Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la i'm in love with a jersey girl

You know she thrills me with all her charms
When i'm wrapped up in my baby's arms
My little girl gives me everything
I know that some day she'll wear my ring
So don't bother me man i ain't got no time
I'm on my way to see that girl of mine
`cause nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you're in love with a jersey girl

Sha la la la...

I see you on the street and you look so tired
I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired
When i come by to take you out to eat
You're lyin' all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep
Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on
We're gonna take that little brat of yours and drop her off at your mom's
I know a place where the dancing's free
Now baby won't you come with me
`cause down the shore everything's all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
Nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you're in love with a jersey girl

 

[fox69]

JESSE

JESSE


Oh jesse, you better start thinkin? about saving your neckOh jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respectYou got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage doorAnd darling jesse, do you know what it?s all for? Ah jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your bandOh jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your handsWith your insides showing and your new york band blowin? them old chicago bluesAh jesse, can?t you see you?re the one jesseAh sonny, this time it?s youWell jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pantsAnd jesse, your wife has fallen into a tranceShe?s got eyes that tell no liesShe?s seen so many warsAh be a good boy jesse, tell her she don?t have to look no more.Well jesse, he knows all the tricks to get the crowd reelingOh and jesse, ya he rocks ?em with that old soul feelingAnd he walks off the stage in a self-adoring hazeAnd gets shoved right out the doorWhoa jesse, can?t you see now boy that that?s what it?s all about jesseNot even time to do that old played out encoreWhoa jesse

 

[fox69]

JESSIE JAMES

JESSIE JAMES


Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Danville train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.

[chorus:]
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Three children, they were brave;
But the dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave.
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he does feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd never see a man suffer pain,;
And with his brother Frank, he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.

It was on a Wednesday night and the moon was shining bright,
They robbed the Glendale train,
And the people they did say for many miles away,
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
lt was in this very place that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.

They went to the crossing not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.

It was on Saturday night and Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.

The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death,
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford,
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.

Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast,
The devil will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the county of Clay,
And he came from a solitary race.

This song was made by Billy Gashade
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man with the law in his hand

 

[fox69]

JESUS WAS AN ONLY SON

JESUS WAS AN ONLY SON


Jesus was an only son
As he walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside him
In the path where his blood spilled
Jesus was an only son
In the hills of Nazareth
As he lay reading the Psalms of David
At his mother's feet

A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well
For I'll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell,
Shall pierce your dreams this night"

In the garden at Gethsemane
He prayed for the life he'd never live,
He beseeched his Heavenly Father to remove
The cup of death from his lips

Now there's a loss that can never be replaced,
A destination that can never be reached
A light you'll never find in another's face,
A sea whose distance cannot be breached

Well Jesus kissed his mother's hands
Whispered, "Mother, still your tears,
For remember the soul of the universe
Willed a world and it appeared