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BACKSTREETS©

Live 20 Aug 1984 version

Whoahohoh, whoahohohohoh
Whoaaahoah, whoahohohohohohoah
Hmmwhoahohoah, whoaaaaaaahohoah
Whoahohoh, whoahohohohoh
'Cause I miss you so much
'Cause I miss you so much now

One soft infested summer me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides from 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
Running for our lives at night out on those 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 us loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
We swore we'd live forever
On the backstreets we'd take it together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the street dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear that whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us, or 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
'Cept that I hated him, and I hated you when you went away
Whoah-whoah!
Whoah-whoaaah-whoah!

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, we'd go see
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be
Then after all this time to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end

So until the end
I remember that we swore on it
And I remember how you promised me
And you said if you lay off first, you'll help me
And if I get out first, I'll help you
And we swore on it, that it'd be forever and forever and forever
That it'd last forever and forever
And you said it was nothing but a promise
How it wasn't nothing but a promise

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
On the backstreets, on the backstreets
On the backstreets, on the backstreets
Oh!

Whoah, whoah, ohhh whoahohhh


Page last updated: 00 Xxx 2008

The above lyrics are for the 20 Aug 1984 performance at Brendan Bryne Arena, East Rutherford, NJ, during the Born In The USA Tour. This version of BACKSTREETS includes an extended intro and a short Sad Eyes interlude.

Ticket stub for the 20 Aug 1984 show at Brendan Bryne Arena, East Rutherford, NJ

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Thanks Chris at born2run.de and Jake (ol'catfishinthelake from BTX and Greasy Lake) for the lyrics help.