Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Greg Allen
Greg Allen
Recording Engineer
Sergio Ruelas Jr.
Sergio Ruelas Jr.
Editing Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Brian Ronan
Brian Ronan
Additional Producer
Brett Dicus
Brett Dicus
Additional Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
John Cooper
John Cooper
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shiverin' outside a rundown music store window
That night on top of the Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
And lyin' underneath a brand new Japanese guitar
[Verse 2]
I remember in the mornin', Ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume, and rustlin' skirts
How proud and happy you always looked
Walkin' home from work
[Verse 3]
If Pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
Couldn't stop me from lookin' but you kept me from crawlin' through
It's a funny old world, ma, where a little boy's wishes come true
I got a few left in my pocket and a special one just for you
[Verse 4]
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a Mother's Day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street
I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock and roll bar and we'll go out and dance
[Verse 5]
Well it was me in my beetle boots
You had pink curlers and matador pants
Pullin' me up off the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
Well I found a girl of my own now
And I popped the question on your birthday
She stood waitin' on the front porch
While you told me to get out there and say what I had to say
[Verse 6]
Well last night we all sat around
Laughin' at the things that guitar bought us
And I laid awake thinkin' 'bout the other things it's brought us
Well tonight I'm takin' requests here in the kitchen
This one's for you, ma, I'm gonna come right out and say it
But if you're lookin' for  a sad song, hell, I ain't gonna play it
[Verse 7]
Ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a Mother's Day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street
I'm older but you'll know me, you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock and roll bar, we'll go out and dance
We'll find us a little rock and roll bar and we'll go out and dance
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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