More songs by Bruce Springsteen
Description
Guitar, Associated Performer, Harmonica, Composer, Lyricist, Vocal: Bruce Springsteen
Mastering Engineer: Dennis King
Mastering Engineer: Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer: Steve Marcussen
Recording Engineer: Mike Batlin
Lyrics and translation
Original
I saw her standin' on her front lawn
Just a twirlin' 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 to the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry
For the things that we done
At least for a little while, sir
Me and her we had us some fun
Now 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 pulls that switch, sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap
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
Sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world
English translation
I saw her standin' on her front lawn
Just a twirlin' 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 to the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry
For the things that we done
At least for a little while, sir
Me and her we had us some fun
Now 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 pulls that switch, sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap
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
Sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world