We Dont Have Nebraska and We've No Badlands
Don't Have A Harmonica, or No E Street Bands
Just Same Dirty Streets And Same Job 'Til
All And My Sister Gets Her Ice Cream Fill
Its Where My Ma Figured My Wedding Band
Congregation and The Preacher Go 'Head and Stand
No Waitress Putting A Match To Her Dress
'Cause Its Just Me and This Unholy Mess
No Brothers Listening to a House On Some Hill
At The End of Every Hard Earned Day Alone Still
Honest Jobs Ain't Paying So Well These Days
Borderlines Ain't Worth Nothing Round These Ways
Gota Find Gas Station With Pay Phone Outside
Final Call, Fill Her, Outa' Town I Have to Ride
Mr Tells Me My Numbers Ain't In
"I Aint Ever Gona Ride In No Used Car Again"
(Inspired By Bruce Springsteen's "Nebraska" Album)
CK
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