Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass Guitar
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Producer
Mike Appel
Mike Appel
Producer
Jimmy Iovine
Jimmy Iovine
Mixing Engineer
Thom Panunzio
Thom Panunzio
Assistant Engineer
Corky Stasiak
Corky Stasiak
Assistant Engineer
Ricke Delena
Ricke Delena
Assistant Engineer
Angie Arcuri
Angie Arcuri
Assistant Engineer
Andy Abrams
Andy Abrams
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
David Thoener
David Thoener
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat and Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night, when you let loose of everything to go Running on the backstreets Running on the backstreets Terry, you swore we'd live forever Taking it on them backstreets together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag Where dancers scrape the tears up off the streets, dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying At night sometimes it seemed you could hear that whole damn city crying Blame it on the lies that killed us Blame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away Whoa! Whoa! Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see? Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find, we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess to Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Where we swore forever friends, hey On the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets It was alright We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Oh, yeah Whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh-oh
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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