Bruce Springsteen - High Sierra (Official Audio)

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Official Audio for "High Sierra" by Bruce Springsteen

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Lyrics:

I was down on my luck, so down on my luck

Packed my bags and left the big city and the trouble I’d seen

Took the highway north, tryin’ to find some place where the air felt clean

I came upon that little café in the early spring

Where, as you came through the door, above a little bell would ring

She was waiting there, in the High Sierras

A flower in her long black hair, in the High Sierras

I’d been down on my luck, so down on my luck

It was laughter and wine, and warm endless nights

In that little motel, I could have stayed there the rest of my life

I found a job at the filling station, she worked at the luncheonette

In the evening she’d set the table, as I washed off the dirt and sweat

Then it was good as it gets, just as good as it gets

We were happy there, in the High Sierras

Oh, so happy there, in the High Sierras

And I’d been down on my luck, and she lifted me up

One day a man came through town, someone I used to know

Reminded me of something I’d done a long time ago

I told him I changed, he said, “We owe what we owe”

That evening I boarded the train into the big city

I told her I’d be back again, soon, from the big city

It’s just old business that had to be done

As the train left the station, they gave me my gun

The day smelled of ash

The sky was hard and blue

All I remember was my shirt, with the blood seeping through

At dusk she’d set the tables for the morning shift

She’d sit on the motel porch with a beer and cigarette

As the summer nights would drift

Seasons passed and the winter snow melted come the early spring

At the luncheonette she’d look up from the counter

Each time that little bell would ring

We were happy there, in the High Sierras

Oh, so happy there, in the High Sierras

I was down on my luck, she lifted me up