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Live 23 May 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 the 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 you loose from everything
To go running on the backstreets, running on the backstreets
We swore we'd live forever, say
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 could 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, 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, 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 the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end
Till the end
Just me and you baby
Forever friends, baby
Yeah, baby
Standing at the station
Standing at the station
And the rain came tumbling down
Just waiting
Just waiting
And you
Standing on the corner
And you're just so beautiful
Hey now, them sad, sad, sad, sad eyes
Oh how they cry
Them sad, sad, sad eyes
Only me and you know
Only me and you know
How, how they really lied
Whoah, they tell such pretty lies
And you're so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Ah, baby, I was so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
And let the rain fall and wash away them tears
And let the rain fall, wash away them tears
Let the rain fall, let the rain
You and your sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad eyes
Don't we know about them eyes
They tell such li-li-li-li-li-li-lies
They tell them li-li-li-li-li-li-lies
Baby
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why
Why, why
Why, why, why, why
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, on the backstreets
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah, whoah, whoah, oh, oh, oh, oh
The above lyrics are for the live 23 May 1978 performance of BACKSTREETS at Shea's Buffalo Theatre in Buffalo, NY, during the Darkness On The Edge Of Town Tour. This was the opening night of the tour.
Thanks Jake (ol'catfishinthelake at BTX and Greasy Lake) for the lyrics help.
List of available versions of BACKSTREETS on this website:
BACKSTREETS [Album version]