Secret Garden
Grains in the field covered with tarp
Can't get a price to see my way clear
I'm sitting down at the Sugarland bar
Might as well bury my body right here
Tractors and combines out in the cold
Sheds piled high with the wheat we ain't sold
Silos filled with last year's crop
If something don't break, hey, we'll all gonna drop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Wife's got another coming in July
She's laying up in bed, all she does is cry, cry, cry
"Tommy, oh, Tommy, I'm so alone,
Tommy, oh, Tommy, please won't you stay home"
Pa don't say nothing except when it rains
Sits by the window listening to the sound of passing trains
Roaring out of the night carrying an empty load
We got a whole lot of grain that ain't got nowhere to go
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Well, if drifting prices don't get no higher
We'll fill this duster with gas and set these fields on fire
Sit up on the ridge where the bluebirds fly
And watch the flames rise up against the Sugarland sky
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Can't get a price to see my way clear
I'm sitting down at the Sugarland bar
Might as well bury my body right here
Tractors and combines out in the cold
Sheds piled high with the wheat we ain't sold
Silos filled with last year's crop
If something don't break, hey, we'll all gonna drop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Wife's got another coming in July
She's laying up in bed, all she does is cry, cry, cry
"Tommy, oh, Tommy, I'm so alone,
Tommy, oh, Tommy, please won't you stay home"
Pa don't say nothing except when it rains
Sits by the window listening to the sound of passing trains
Roaring out of the night carrying an empty load
We got a whole lot of grain that ain't got nowhere to go
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Well, if drifting prices don't get no higher
We'll fill this duster with gas and set these fields on fire
Sit up on the ridge where the bluebirds fly
And watch the flames rise up against the Sugarland sky
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop
Baby, bop, bop, baby, bop, bop
Baby, bop, baby, bop, baby, bop, bop
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NOTES
La version studio de Sugarland a été enregistrée entre janvier et février 1983, à Thrill Hill West (Los Angeles, CA). Cette version est la seule version officielle.
Bruce Springsteen chant, guitare, programmation de batterie, basse, claviers, percussion
Produit par Bruce Springsteen et Ron Aniello
Enregistré par Mike Batlan
Mixé par Mike Batlan
Bruce Springsteen chant, guitare, programmation de batterie, basse, claviers, percussion
Produit par Bruce Springsteen et Ron Aniello
Enregistré par Mike Batlan
Mixé par Mike Batlan
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