Bruce Springsteen Follow

Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines
As the streets I grew on

Down in a mesquite canyon
We come walking along the ridge
Me and the
brothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest
road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon
For the CHP
choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and
the brothers under the bridge
Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll
light
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We
buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the
brothers under the bridge

Had enough of town and the street life

Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now I don't
want no trouble
And I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under
the bridge

I come home in '72
You were just a beautiul light
In
your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid

Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veterans' Day I sat in the
stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand
When they passed with
the red, white and blue
One minute you're right there ... and something
slips...