text: Every spring when the weather gets warm
  They come pourin into town straight off of them farms
  Driving 455s running hard and strong
  Theyd scratch built in them tool sheds all winter long
  Neath the trestless drinkin the beer and the wine
  Now some came on run, some just to pass the time
  With the brothers under the bridges
  Me and Tommy we was just fourteen, didnt have our licenses yet
  Our walls were covered with pictures of cars wed get
  Wed listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake
  As they drove in through town when the weekendd break
  Bringin girls with that distant look in their eyes
  Now together neath the trestless theyd be laughing in the night
  With the brothers under the bridges
  Well me and my brotherd hitched a ride in Joeys pickup to the edge of town
  And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels
  Went down
  Wed hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our momd come
  And wed lay there in the night talkin about how we might someday be one
  Yeah someday run with the brothers under the bridges
  Well now I hear a cry in the distance and the sound of marching feet come and
  Gone
  Well Im stittin down here by this highway figuring, figuring just where I
  Belong
  Tonight up on Signal Hill
  I watch a young man in a red shirt walking through a night so still
  Put his jacket round his girl as the autumn wind send a chill