Nebraska

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Nebraska

By Bruce Springsteen

I saw her standin' 

On her front lawn 

Just twirlin' her baton

Me and her went for a ride, sir 

And ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska 

With a sawed off .410, on my lap

Through to the badlands, of Wyoming 

I killed everything in my path

I can't say that, I am sorry 

For the things, that we done

At least for a little while, sir 

Me and her, we had us some fun

The jury brought in a guilty verdict 

And the judge, he sentenced me to death

Midnight in a prison storeroom 

With leather straps across my chest

Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir 

And snaps my poor head back

You make sure my pretty baby 

Is sittin' right there, on my lap

They declared me, unfit to live 

Said into that great void 

My soul'd be hurled

They wanted to know 

Why I did, what I did

Well, sir, 

I guess there's just a meanness,
in this world