Nebraska

There's a place out on the edge of town sir Risin' above the factories and the fields Now ever since I was a child I can remember that mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened s

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state and the D.A. can't get

New Jersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow License, registration, I ain't got none but I got a clear conscience 'Bout the things that I done Mister state trooper, please don't stop me P

My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the sam

Last night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields I ran with my

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my pa