Seeds - Bruce Springsteen
    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 drivin' 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 blowin' 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 freezin' our asses off
    My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough
    Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife
    Billy club tappin' 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 buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack
    You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend
    Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind
    Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone it's all gone


    Marco Giunco
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