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Live 09 Jun 1978 version
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, hey!
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 that set me loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on them backstreets
We swore we'd live forever, hey!
On the backstreets we'd take it together
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped 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 can hear that whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us, on the truth that ran us down
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
I hate him and I hated you when you went away
Whoah-whoahhh!
Now 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, that 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 them backstreets, hiding on them backstreets
We swore forever friends, hey!
In the backstreets until the end
Till the end
It's me and you, baby
It's me and you
Well I remember you standing on the corner
You were looking so fine
In that pretty blue dress
The one that your baby bought you
You and your sad eyes
Your lonely lonely sad eyes
Oh how they cry
Baby how they cry
Let 'em cry till they're all cried out
And how many times have I held you in my arms
And let 'em cry till they're all cried out
Let 'em cry till they're all cried out
But only me and you know
Baby only you and me know
The way that they lie
Don't we know the way they lie
They tell such pretty li-li-li-li-li-li-lies
Such pretty li-li-li-li-li-li-lies
Such pretty li-li-li-li-li-li-lies
Such pretty lies
'Cause you knew you could dress 'em up
And you knew I'd buy 'em
Baby you knew I'd buy 'em
You knew I'd buy 'em
Each and every one
Well, each and every one
Each and every one
Whoa, each and every one
Yes, each and every one
Oh, each and every one
Each and every one
Oh, each and every one
You knew I'd buy 'em
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
Whoah-whoah-alright!
Whoah-whoah-alright!
Go!
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's alright
We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight
On the backstreets, on the backstreets
In the backstreets, in the backstreets
In the backstreets, in the backstreets, go!
Whoah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
The above lyrics are for the live 09 Jun 1978 performance of BACKSTREETS at MECCA Arena in Milwaukee, WI, during the Darkness On The Edge Of Town Tour.
List of available versions of BACKSTREETS on this website:
BACKSTREETS [Album version]