The Wall (live at Charlotte, NC, 2014)

On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with the ribbons red as the blood
Red as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud
Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue, rustling the leaves as they fall
And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall

Lucky Town (studio version)

I had some victory that was just failure in deceit
Now the joke's comin' up through the soles of my feet
I been a long time walking on fortune's cane
Tonight I'm sleepin' lightly and feelin' no pain

Well here's to your good looks baby now here's to my health
Here's to the loaded places that we take ourselves
When it comes to luck you make your own
Tonight I got to dirt on my hands but I'm building me a new home

Shut Out The Light (live in Paris, 1985)

Well deep in a dark forest, a forest filled with rain
Beyond a stretch of Maryland pines there's a river without a name
In the cold black water Johnson Lineir stands
He stares across the lights of the city and dreams of where he's been

Oh mama mama mama come quick
I've got the shakes and I'm gonna be sick
Throw your arms around me in the cold dark night
Hey now mama don't shut out the light

Growing Up, live 1985 (funny story included!)

I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car...

The Ghost of Tom Joad (solo acoustic, live at Prague, 2012)

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the bridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

The Promised Land (acoustic live for ONE's Agit8 campaign)

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand it's ground

Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing
But lost and brokenhearted

If I Was the Priest (Before the Fame studio version)

And the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the most
He runs the burlesque show
Where they let you in for free
But oh hit you for your soul when you go
And Mary serves Mass on Sunday
And then she sells her body on Monday
To the bootlegger who will pay the highest price
But he don't know he got stuck with a loser
Mary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozer
And she's only been made once or twice
By some kind of magic

Now there's a light on yonder mountain
And it's calling me to shine
There's a girl by the water fountain
And she's asking to be mine
And Jesus, he's standing in the doorway
With his six-guns drawn, and ready to fan
He says "We need you son, up in Dodge City"
But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne

Backstreets (live in Toronto, 1984)

endless juke joints and Valentino drag 

where dancers scraped the tears
up off the street dressed down in rags 

running into the darkness

some hurt bad some really dying 

at night sometimes it seemed

you could hear the whole damn city crying 

blame it on the lies that killed us

blame it on the truth that ran us down 

you can 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 

but I hated him and I hated you 

when you went away

.

we swore forever friends 
on the backstreets until the end

I'm on Fire (album version)

for Chris

(only you can cool my desire)

State Trooper (live in Philadelphia, 1984)

Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's been both'rin' me my whole life

Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer
Hiho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere