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NEBRASKA

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Nebraska
. Atlantic City
. Mansion On the Hill
. Johnny 99
. Highway Patrolman
. State Trooper
. Used Cars
. Open All Night
. My Father's House
. Reason to Believe
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Atlantic
City
Well
they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his
house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what
them racket boys can do
Now
there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade and the gamblin' commissions hangin'
on by the skin of its teeth
Everything
dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic
City
Well
I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got in too deep and I could not pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Everything
dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic
City
Now
our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll
stay
We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's
cause the nights gettin' cold and maybe everything dies
That's a fact but maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Now
I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong
side of that line
Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for
him
Well I guess everything dies baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic
City
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Provavelmente
o disco mais intimista do Boss. Sozinho, apenas acompanhado
de uma guitarra acústica e da harmónica, grava em
casa num gravador de 4 pistas, as canções do seu desencanto
relativamente à América.
Talvez seja esta a vingança relativamente ao rótulo
que lhe quiseram pôr: "o novo Dylan", em
1973, quando editou o primeiro álbum "Greetings
From Asbury Park, N.J.".
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