Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Vocals
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Saxophone
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Organ
David Sancious
David Sancious
Piano
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass Guitar
Ernest Carter
Ernest Carter
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Mike Appel
Mike Appel
Producer
Louis Lahav
Louis Lahav
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets Of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory In the suicide machines Sprung from cages on highway nine Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line Oh, maybe this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap We gotta get out while we're young 'Cause tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Yes, girl we were Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend I wanna guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims And strap your hands 'cross my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run 'til we drop, and baby, we'll never go back Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire? 'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels I want to know if love is wild Babe, I want to know if love is real Oh, can you show me? Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones Scream down the boulevard Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight Yeah, in an everlasting kiss, huh One, two, three, four The highway's jammed with broken heroes On a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight But there's no place left to hide Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when We're gonna get to that place where we really wanna go And we'll walk in the sun But 'til then, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Oh, honey, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Come on with me, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Run, mm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh Run, run, run, run Mm Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Run, run, run, run
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