Written by Bruce Springsteen.
(c Bruce Springsteen.)
Recorded Live.
There's a place out on the edge of town, sir
Risin' above the factories and the fields.
Ever since I was a child I can remember,
That mansion out on the hill.
In the day you can see the children playing,
On a road that leads to those gates of hardened steel.
Steel gates that completely surround, sir,
The mansion on the hill.
At night my daddy'd take me and we'd ride,
Through the streets of a town so silent and still.
We'd park on a back road along the highway signs,
Sit an' look up at the mansion on the hill.
Instrumental break.
In the summer all the lights would shine.
There'd be music playin', people laughin' all the time.
Me and my sister we'd hide out in the tall cornfields,
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill.
Well, tonight down here in the rain,
I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill.
There's a beautiful full moon rising,
Above the mansion on the hill.
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