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Bruce Springsteen with the Sessions Band - American Land (Live In Dublin)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Chant
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Guitare
Charlie Giordano
Charlie Giordano
Accordéon
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Chœurs
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Chœurs
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Chœurs
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Batterie
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violon
Stevie Van Zandt
Stevie Van Zandt
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Production
Ron Aniello
Ron Aniello
Production
Ross Petersen
Ross Petersen
Ingénierie
Clif Norrell
Clif Norrell
Ingénierie
Rob Lebret
Rob Lebret
Ingénierie
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Production déléguée
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Ingénierie
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

What is this land America, so many travel there I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can And we'll make our home in the American land Over there the women wear silk and satin to their knees Children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands If you make your home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who'll make his home in the American land I docked at Ellis Island in the city of light and spire Wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire Made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands We made our home in the American land There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who will make his home in the American land The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews Come across the water a thousand miles from home With nothin' in their bellies but the fire down below They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin Died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind Died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now The hands that built the country we're always trying to keep down There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man Who'll make his home in the American land Who'll make his home in the American land Who'll make his home in the American land
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