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SPRINGSTEEN BRUCE

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # Date: Tue, 16 Jan 1996 14:53:59 -0600 From: jgroce@mail.utexas.edu (Jason Groce) Subject: ACROSS THE BORDER by Bruce Springsteen ACROSS THE BORDER By Bruce Springsteen From The Ghost of Tom Joad Album NOTES This is one of my favorite songs from the new album. To play along with the album, you'll have to capo at the first fret. Bruce hammers on and pulls of the second string third fret (D) while playing the A to create a little movement. LYRICS Intro: A (strum "backwards," from high to low the first time) A Tonight my bag is packed D Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks E A That will lead me across the border. Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies Somewhere across the border. D We'll leave behind my dear E The pain and sadness we found here A D And we'll drink from Bravo's muddy water. Where the sky grows gray and wide We'll meet on the other side There across the border. =46or you I'll build a house High upon a grassy hill There across the border. Where and pain and memory Pain and memory have been stilled There across the border. And sweet blossoms fill the air Pastures of gold and green Roll down into the cool clear waters. And in your arms 'neath open skies I'll kiss the sorrow from your eyes There across the border. Tonight we'll sing the songs I'll dream of you, my coraz=F3n And tomorrow my heart will be strong. And may the saints' blessings and grace Carry me safely into your arms There across the border. =46or what are we Without hope in our hearts That someday we'll drink from God's blessed waters. And eat the fruit from the vine I know love and fortune will be mine Somewhere across the border. +-----------------------------------------+-----------------------------+ | | | | "Immature artists imitate. | Jason Groce | | Mature artists steal." | MFA in Playwriting | | | UT Austin | | -- T.S. Eliot | | | | jgroce@mail.utexas.edu | | | | +-----------------------------------------+-----------------------------+







                       


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