More songs by Bruce Springsteen
Description
Nebraska '82: Expanded Edition
Synthesizer: Danny Federici
Composer, Associated Performer, Electric Guitar, Lyricist, Producer, Harmonica, Vocal: Bruce Springsteen
Bass: Garry Tallent
Producer, Mandolin: Stevie Van Zandt
Drums: Max Weinberg
Producer: Jon Landau
Recording Engineer, Engineer: Toby Scott
Assistant Engineer: Jeff Hendrickson
Assistant Engineer: Zoe Yanakis
Mixing Engineer: Rob Lebret
Mastering Engineer: Brian Lee
Mastering Engineer: Bob Jackson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I saw her standing on her front lawn
Just a-twirling her baton
Me and her went for a ride, sir
And ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska
With a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry
For the things that I've done
At least for a little while, sir
Me and her, we had us some fun
Well, the jury brought in a guilty verdict
And the judge, he sentenced me to death
Midnight in prison storeroom
With leather straps across my chest
Sheriff, when the man hits that switch, sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap
Well, they declared me unfit to live
Said into that great void, my soul'd be hurled
They want to know why I did what I did
And sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world
English translation
I saw her standing on her front lawn
Just a-twirling her baton
Me and her went for a ride, sir
And ten innocent people died
From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska
With a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry
For the things that I've done
At least for a little while, sir
Me and her, we had us some fun
Well, the jury brought in a guilty verdict
And the judge, he sentenced me to death
Midnight in prison storeroom
With leather straps across my chest
Sheriff, when the man hits that switch, sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap
Well, they declared me unfit to live
Said into that great void, my soul'd be hurled
They want to know why I did what I did
And sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world