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Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band - Live/1975–85 - 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Live/1975–85
Disc 1
01. Thunder Road
02. Adam Raised a Cain
03. Spirit in the Night
04. 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
05. Paradise by the “C”
06. Fire
07. Growin’ Up
08. It’s Hard to Be a Saint in the City
09. Backstreets
10. Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
11. Raise Your Hand
12. Hungry Heart
13. Two Hearts
Disc 2
01. Cadillac Ranch
02. You Can Look (but You Better Not Touch)
03. Independence Day
04. Badlands
05. Because the Night
06. Candy’s Room
07. Darkness on the Edge of Town
08. Racing in the Street
09. This Land Is Your Land
10. Nebraska
11. Johnny 99
12. Reason to Believe
13. Born in the U.S.A.
14. Seeds
Disc 3
01. The River
02. War
03. Darlington County
04. Working on the Highway
05. The Promised Land
06. Cover Me
07. I’m on Fire
08. Bobby Jean
09. My Hometown
10. Born to Run
11. No Surrender
12. Tenth Avenue Freeze‐Out
13. Jersey Girl
Sandy
The fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stony faces
Left stranded on this warm July

Down in the town, the circuit's full of switchblade lovers
So fast, so shiny and so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way
On the boardwalk way past dark

And the boys from the casino
Dance with their shirts open
Like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

And, Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
These pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey, Sandy, girl
My, my baby

Now the greasers, ah, they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels
Ah, Sandy, their skins are so white

And me, I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
Bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk
Where they all promise to unsnap their jeans

And you know that tilt-a-whirl
Down on the South Beach drag?
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinnin', babe
Didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh, Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us
This pier lights, our carnival life on the water
Runnin', laughin' 'neath the boardwalk
Ah, with the boss's daughter
Ah, remember, Sandy, girl
My, my, my, my, my baby

Sandy
That waitress I was seein' lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night
She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore

She worked that joint under the boardwalk
She was always the girl you saw
Boppin' down the beach with the radio
The kids say last night she was dressed like a star
In one of them cheap little seaside bars
And I saw her parked with lover boy out on the Kokomo

Did you hear the cops finally busted Madame Marie
For tellin' fortunes better than they do?
For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe
You ought to quit this scene, too

Sandy, the aurora is rising behind us
This pier lights, our carnival life forever
Oh, love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
Oh, I mean it, Sandy, girl
My, my, my, my, my baby

Yeah, I promise, Sandy, girl
Sha-la-la-la-la, baby