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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
One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat and

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night, when you let loose of everything to go

Running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
Terry, you swore we'd live forever
Taking it on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scrape the tears up off the streets, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear that whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us
Blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say
But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away

Whoa!
Whoa!

Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see?
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be

And after all this time to find, we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess to

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Where we swore forever friends, hey
On the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
It was alright
We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Oh, yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh