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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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Used
Cars
My
little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone
My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone
As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a test drive down Michigan
Avenue
Now
my ma she fingers her wedding band
And watches the salesman stare at my old man's hands
He's tellin' us all 'bout the break he'd give us if he could but he just
can't
Well if I could I swear I know just what I'd do
Now
mister the day the lottery I win I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car
again
Now
the neighbors come from near and far
As we pull up in our brand new used car
I wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can
kiss our asses goodbye
My
dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn
Me I walk home on the same dirty streets where I was born
Up the block I can hear my little sister in the front seat blowin' that
horn
The sounds echo'in all down Michigan Avenue
Now
mister the day my number comes in I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car
again
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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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