"Highway Patrolman" lyrics
My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville Barracks Number 8
I always done an honest job—as honest as I could
I got a brother named Frankie, and Frankie ain't no good
Now, ever since we was young kids, it's been the same comedown
I get a call on the shortwave: Frankie's in trouble downtown
Well, if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother, sometimes, you look the other way
Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good
Well, Frankie went in the army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on dropping 'til it was like we were getting robbed
Frankie came home in '68, and me, I took this job
Yeah, we're laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, teach him how to walk that line
A man turns his back on his family, he ain't no friend of mine
Well, the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head
There was a girl crying at a table, and it was Frank, they said
Well, I went out and I jumped in my car, and I hit the lights
Well, I must've done one hundred and ten through Michigan County that night
It was out at the crossroads, down 'round Willow Bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank
Well, I chased him through them county roads
'Til a sign said "Canadian border, five miles from here"
I pulled over on the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear
Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good
I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville Barracks Number 8
I always done an honest job—as honest as I could
I got a brother named Frankie, and Frankie ain't no good
Now, ever since we was young kids, it's been the same comedown
I get a call on the shortwave: Frankie's in trouble downtown
Well, if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother, sometimes, you look the other way
Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good
Well, Frankie went in the army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on dropping 'til it was like we were getting robbed
Frankie came home in '68, and me, I took this job
Yeah, we're laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, teach him how to walk that line
A man turns his back on his family, he ain't no friend of mine
Well, the night was like any other, I got a call 'bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head
There was a girl crying at a table, and it was Frank, they said
Well, I went out and I jumped in my car, and I hit the lights
Well, I must've done one hundred and ten through Michigan County that night
It was out at the crossroads, down 'round Willow Bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank
Well, I chased him through them county roads
'Til a sign said "Canadian border, five miles from here"
I pulled over on the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear
Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's straying, like any brother would
A man turns his back on his family, well, he just ain't no good
Thanks to Mike Perry, Garry Seymour, Martini Shamael for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
