Magic Tour Highlights

Recorded during the 2008 Magic tour, with guests Alejandro Escovedo (Houston, April 14), Tom Morello (Anaheim, April 7) and Roger McGuinn (Orlando, April 23). “Sandy” is taken from Danny Federici’s last performance with the E Street Band (Indianapolis, March 20). Proceeds from sales of this digital-only EP benefit the Danny Federici Melanoma Fund.

Released: July 15, 2008
Label: Columbia Records
Produced By: John Cooper
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1 Always a Friend
Lyrics
Go

Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Do you wanna
Be my friend?
Ooh, ooh
Do you wanna
Be my friend?
Ooh, ooh

Every once in a while
Honey
Let your love show
Every once in a while
Honey
Let yourself show
Nobody gets hurt
No, no
Ooh, ooh
Nobody gets hurt

Well
We came here as two
We laid down as one
I don't care
If I'm not your only
What I see in you
You see in me
But if I be wrong
Smoke my smoke
Drink my wine
Bury
My snakeskin boots
Somewhere
I'll never find
Still be
Your lover baby

Oo, oo, oo

Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Do you wanna
Be my friend?
Ooh ooh
Do you wanna
Be my friend?
Ooh, ooh
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruce_springsteen/always_a_friend.html ]
Every once in a while
Honey
Let yourself go
Every once in a while
Honey
Let yourself show

Nobody gets hurt
No, no
Ooh ooh
Nobody gets hurt

Well
I could be
An astronaut
On the wrong side
Of the moon
Or wrapped up
Like a baby
On a bus under you
Wherever I go
You go with me
But if I do you wrong
Take the master suite
I'll take the floor
Sleep in late
Get some rest
I'll get mine
Still be
Your lover baby

Oo, oo, oo

Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?

Every once in a while
Honey
Let your love show
Every once in a while
Honey let yourself
Go
Nobody gets hurt
It's only love
Love, love
Oo, oo, oo

Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
Wasn't I always
A friend to you?
2 The Ghost of Tom Joad
Lyrics
Men walkin’ ‘long the railroad tracks
Goin’ someplace, there’s no goin’ back
Highway Patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin’ ‘round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleepin’ bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass
You got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin’ in the city’s aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
But where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said, “Mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where there’s a fight ‘gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I’ll be there.
Wherever somebody’s fightin’ for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helpin’ hand.
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free,
Look in their eyes ma you’ll see me.”

Well the highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad


Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

With the ghost of old Tom Joad
With the ghost of old Tom Joad
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3 Turn! Turn! Turn!
Lyrics
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
4 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Lyrics
Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoned-out faces left stranded on this Fourth of July
Down in town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp
And 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 along the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York girls

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life forever
Love me tonight for I may never see you again
Hey Sandy girl

Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night
Them boys in their spiked 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 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 that Joey kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off

Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
The pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' down the beach at night with my boss's daughter
Well he ain't my boss no more Sandy

Sandy, the angels have lost our desire for us
I spoke to 'em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore
Every summer when the weather gets hot they ride that road down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go
And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love with their babies out on the Kokomo
Well the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do
This boardwalk life for me is through
You know you ought to quit this scene too

Sandy the aurora's rising behind us, the pier lights our carnival life forever
Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever
Also Appears On
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