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Artiste:
Bruce Springsteen
Titre:
High Sierra
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I was down on my luck, so down on my luck Packed my bags and left the big city and the trouble I'd seen Took the highway north, tryin' to find some place where the air felt clean I came upon that little café in the early spring Where, as you came through the door, above a little bell would ring She was waiting there, in the High Sierras A flower in her long black hair, in the High Sierras I'd been down on my luck, so down on my luck It was laughter and wine, and warm endless nights In that little motel, I could have stayed there the rest of my life I found a job at the filling station, she worked at the luncheonette In the evening she'd set the table, as I washed off the dirt and sweat Then it was good as it gets, just as good as it gets We were happy there, in the High Sierras Oh, so happy there, in the High Sierras And I'd been down on my luck, and she lifted me up One day a man came through town, someone I used to know Reminded me of something I'd done a long time ago I told him I changed. He said, "We owe what we owe." That evening I boarded the train into the big city I told her I'd be back again, soon, from the big city It's just old business that had to be done As the train left the station, they gave me my gun The day smelled of ash The sky was hard and blue All I remember was my shirt, with the blood seeping through At dusk she'd set the tables for the morning shift She'd sit on the motel porch with a beer and cigarette As the summer nights would drift Seasons passed and the winter snow melted come the early spring At the luncheonette she'd look up from the counter Each time that little bell would ring We were happy there, in the High Sierras Oh, so happy there, in the High Sierras I was down on my luck, she lifted me up