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Paroles de la chanson Jim Deer par Bruce Springsteen
My name's James Lucas Deer
I was born in Remington
Now my home is Richfield prison
Where I pay for the wrongs I done
Once I was free and on the streets of Indiana
When I was twenty-two
Yeah, just a kid lookin' for some fun
No better or worse than you, sir
Me and Pat, we married in the spring
Moved in with her ma and pa
On our wedding night, she sighed
"Jimmy, we can have anything we want"
Well, it was for those things we wanted
I did all the stealing that I could do
I stole from the law, I stole from her pa
I was born in Remington
Now my home is Richfield prison
Where I pay for the wrongs I done
Once I was free and on the streets of Indiana
When I was twenty-two
Yeah, just a kid lookin' for some fun
No better or worse than you, sir
Me and Pat, we married in the spring
Moved in with her ma and pa
On our wedding night, she sighed
"Jimmy, we can have anything we want"
Well, it was for those things we wanted
I did all the stealing that I could do
I stole from the law, I stole from her pa
I probably stole from you, sir
Well, Pat, she had a brother
A brother name of Syl
He made a living stealing farm equipment
Down in Luthersville
He'd sit at my kitchen table
And that roll of dough he'd flash
He said, "Jimmy, you need little extra work?
All you gotta do is ask"
Was on a job down in Oxford
We woke that farm boy from his bed
We took off runnin', Syl dropped his rifle
And shot himself in the leg
Well, they caught up with us
Out on Highway 61
Yeah, when we seen them coming
Well, Pat, she had a brother
A brother name of Syl
He made a living stealing farm equipment
Down in Luthersville
He'd sit at my kitchen table
And that roll of dough he'd flash
He said, "Jimmy, you need little extra work?
All you gotta do is ask"
Was on a job down in Oxford
We woke that farm boy from his bed
We took off runnin', Syl dropped his rifle
And shot himself in the leg
Well, they caught up with us
Out on Highway 61
Yeah, when we seen them coming
We didn't even run
Well, the trial was short and sweet
Me and Syl got our stories crossed
The judge said, "Boys, first you played
And now you pay the cost
I'm gonna give you some time
To get straight your facts
Yeah, two years dead and even
In the Richfield County rack"
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Well, the trial was short and sweet
Me and Syl got our stories crossed
The judge said, "Boys, first you played
And now you pay the cost
I'm gonna give you some time
To get straight your facts
Yeah, two years dead and even
In the Richfield County rack"
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
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