The lyrics posted above are for the Song Brothers Undr the Bridge. The correct version Brothers Under the Bridge “83” appears below
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Well, every spring when the weather gets warm
They come pouring into town straight off of them farms
Driving 455's running hard and strong
They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long
'Neath the, 'neath the trestles drinking the beer and the wine
Now some came to run, some just to pass the time
With the brothers under the bridges
Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet
Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get
We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake
As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break
Bringing girls with that distant look in their eyes
Now together 'neath the trestles they'd be laughing in the night
With the brothers under the bridges
Well now me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town
And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down
We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom would come
And we'd lay there in the night talking about how we might someday be one, yeah someday run
With the brothers under the bridges
Hey!
A-one two three four!
Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone
Well I'm sitting down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where, where I belong
Tonight from up here on Signal Hill I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still
Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind sends a chill
Through the brothers under the bridges
Hey!
Ahhh bring it home!
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The lyrics posted above are for the Song Brothers Undr the Bridge. The correct version Brothers Under the Bridge “83” appears below ….. Well, every spring when the weather gets warm They come pouring into town straight off of them farms Driving 455's running hard and strong They'd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long 'Neath the, 'neath the trestles drinking the beer and the wine Now some came to run, some just to pass the time With the brothers under the bridges
Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didn't have our licenses yet Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break Bringing girls with that distant look in their eyes Now together 'neath the trestles they'd be laughing in the night With the brothers under the bridges
Well now me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom would come And we'd lay there in the night talking about how we might someday be one, yeah someday run With the brothers under the bridges
Hey!
A-one two three four!
Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and gone Well I'm sitting down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where, where I belong Tonight from up here on Signal Hill I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still Put his jacket 'round his girl as the autumn wind sends a chill Through the brothers under the bridges
Hey!
Ahhh bring it home! Li li li li li li li li li li li li li li Li li li li li li li li li li li li li li