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The Promised Land (Live at LA Coliseum, Los Angeles, CA - September 1985)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Chant
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Orgue
Nils Lofgren
Nils Lofgren
Guitare
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Chœurs
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Basse
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Production
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Production
Chuck Plotkin
Chuck Plotkin
Production
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Ingénierie de mixage
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paul Hamingson
Paul Hamingson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert I pick up my money and head back into town Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on, and I'm just killing time Working all day in my daddy's garage Driving all night, chasing some mirage Pretty soon little girl, I'm gonna take charge The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm a man And I believe in a promised land I've done my best to live the right way I get up every morning and go to work each day But your eyes go blind, and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so weak, I just want to explode Explode and tear this whole town apart Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart Find somebody itching for something to star The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could reach one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man And I believe in a promised land Well, there's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted The dogs on Main Street howl 'cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man And I believe in a promised land And I believe in a promised land And I believe in a promised land
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