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  1. Bruce Springsteen Lyrics. "This Hard Land". Hey there mister, can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown. Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown. They've just blown around from town to town. Till they're back out on these fields. Where they fall from my hand. Back into the dirt of this hard land.

  2. 7", 45 RPM, Single, Numbered, Unofficial Release. Alpine Valley "Vol.1". Bruce Springsteen. Released. 1985 — Sweden. Vinyl —. LP, Unofficial Release. Explore the tracklist, credits, statistics, and more for This Hard Land by Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band. Compare versions and buy on Discogs.

  3. This Hard Land. (. LP, Unofficial Release. ) 15684. Most of these recordings were later released on CD on the "Tracks" box set. Compared to those versions, the tape was clearly running slow on side 1 here. Great music, but a pretty muddy bootleg copy.

  4. THIS HARD LAND. Official 1995 studio version. Hey there mister, can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown. Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they never grown. They just blown around from town to town till they're back out on these fields. Yeah where they fall from my hand back into the dirt of this hard land.

  5. Like a circle of fire down on this hard land. Now even the rain it don't come 'round. It don't come 'round here no more. And the only sound at night's the wind. Slammin' the back porch door. It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down. Twistin' and churnin' up the sand. Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down.

  6. Bruce Springsteen - This Hard Land. Bruce Springsteen. -. This Hard Land. Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown. Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown. They've just blown ... De muziekwerken zijn auteursrechtelijk beschermd. Wij hebben toestemming voor gebruik verkregen van FEMU.

  7. Way down south of the Rio Grande. We’re ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight. Up onto the banks of this hard land. Hey, Frank, won’t you pack your bags. And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall. Just one kiss from you, my brother. And we’ll ride until we fall. Well sleep in the fields. We’ll sleep by the rivers.