Piocaim suas m’airgead is ar ais liom arís
Tiomáint liom thar Waynesboro, fógra glas,
Tá an raidió ar siúl, an t-am ag dul as
Garáiste dhaid, mé ag obair go dian
Tóir ar bhrionglóidí, ag tiomáint istoích’
Is gearr go mbeadsa féin i gceannas, a mhian.
Tá glam ó ghadhair na sráid’
Már dóibh siúd is léir
Dá bhféadfainnse nóiméad a choinneáil im’ lámh
Mister, ní garsún mé, táimse i m’fhear
Tír tairngire atá uaim go géar
Dheineas mo chion le bheith mar atáim
Éirímse gach aon mhaidin, ag sclábhaíocht gach lá,
Ach dalltar an tsúil is fuaraíonn an fhuil
Uaireanta bím chomh lag go bpléascfainn le fonn goil
Phléascfainn is an baile seo a lot
Scian im ghlac, an phian á stróiceadh ó m’ucht
’Bhfuil duine ar bith ann mar táimse anocht?
Tá glam ó ghadhair na sráid’
Már dóibh siúd is léir
Dá bhféadfainnse nóiméad a choinneáil im’ lámh
Mister, ní garsún mé, táimse i m’fhear
Tír tairngire atá uaim go géar
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Bhuel tá néal dubh ag éirí ón ngaineamh aníos
Phacálas cás is tá m’aghaidh caol díreach ar an stoirm
Tornádó a bheidh ann is beidh gach rud ar lár
Nach seasfaidh an fód go teann más gá
Scaipfear an aisling a dhein tú a chloí
Scaipfear an aisling a bhris do chroí
Scaipfear na bréaga a d’fhág caillte thú, gan aon ní is bristechroíoch.
Tá glam ó ghadhair na sráid’
Már dóibh siúd is léir
Dá bhféadfainnse nóiméad a choinneáil im’ lámh
Mister, ní garsún mé, táimse i m’fhear
Tír tairngire atá uaim go géar
Tír tairngire atá uaim go géar
Tír tairngire atá uaim go géar
Bruce Springsteen
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge
The dogs on Main Street howl
'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
The dogs on Main Street howl
'cause they understand
If I could reach one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
Hmm
Hmmm
Hmmmm
Well there's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
Well the dogs on Main Street howl
'cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
And I believe in a promised land
And I believe in a promised land
