| Bruce Springsteen lässt den Rocker wieder Rocker sein und konzentriert sich einmal mehr darauf, Geschichten zu erzählen, statt die Lautstärke auf zehn zu drehen. Und das Resultat beeindruckt. Lyrics: Come to the door, Ma, and unlock the chain I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain There's nothin' I want, nothin' that you need say Just let me lie down for a while and then I'll be on my way I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans I fought in the dockyards and with the money that I made And the fight was my home and any blood was my trade Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and La Fayette town Well they paid me the moon, Ma, to knock the men down I did what I did, when it come easily Restraint and mercy were always strangers to me I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood In the twelfth, I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw And I stood over him, pounded his blooded body into the floor Well the bell rang and rang, still I kept on 'Til I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone And the women and the money came fast, in the days I lost track The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets Well I took my good share, Ma, and I had no regret I took the fixed staid hombre with Big Diamond Don* From high in the rafters I watched myself fall ... |
