Well, every spring when the weather gets warm
They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms
Driving 455s running hard and strong
They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long
'Neath the, 'neath the trestless drinkin' the beer and the wine
Now some came to run, some just to pass the time
With the brothers under the bridges
Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet
Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get
We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake
As they drove in through town when the weekend would break
Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes
Now together 'neath the trestless they'd be laughing in the night
With the brothers under the bridges
Well, me and my brother hitched a ride
In Joey's pickup to the edge of town
And we'd watched from the tall grass
As the challenges were made and the duels went down
We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in
Get in bed before our mo would come
And we'd lay there in the night
Talkin' 'bout how we might someday be one
Yeah, someday run with the brothers under the bridges
Well, now I hear a cry in the distance
And the sound of marching feet come and gone
Well, I'm stittin' down here by this highway
Figuring, figuring just where, where I belong
Tonight I'm up here on Signal Hill, I watch a young man
In a red shirt walking through a night so still
Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind sends a chill
Through the brothers under the bridges
I'm comin' home
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