The Word (Springsteen Bruce)

Well you flash your tongue like diamonds You tied me to your wildcat schemes And you forced me into a power dive And left your mark on my jeans And I hear the word on your soldiers And I hear the word on Jesus too I heard the word on the country But I never heard the word on you Your love was like a machine gun I wore your bugle in my belt And I was your kid glove lover All the cards were yours You always dealt And I stood before your soapbox Noiseless and shoeless Playing my pantry boy's games You had your hands raised up to the sky Shouting Oh Sunday deity Oh Big Daddy Longlegs Come down and bless your sister please You were shoutin' orders about the construction Going on down the highway You were namin' names, blamin' blames And you blamed me You wore your heart like a challenge Far and apart for anyone who came Open and wide like the river With rocks on both sides to keep the water tame But I heard the word on your high tides And I felt the pain when I tried To rip your flood gates wide And pull your body on over to my side Where we both could hide But you heard about the freedom ride And you heard about the Highway Crew Who could cut the light a little bit faster than you So you left me just your shoes And I hear the word on Jesus And I hear the word on his marching troop And I hear the word on the country But I never heard the word on you