Bruce Springsteen's 104 Best Lyrics

Best is, at best, a misnomer.

This is a countdown of Bruce's 104 [insert superlative] lyrics.

Certainly, some of these lyrics are among his best. Others are not his best, but they are among my favorite. Some that might be among his best are also among his most significant, which is a worthy combo. Some that aren't his best are still some of his most important, which is meaningful. Good vs. Favorite.

Subjectivity vs objectivity.
Personal preference vs. critical consensus.

You get the picture. Still, the list needs a title so we're going with Best.

#104 | Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception

#103 | Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap / we're wipin' out fingers on a Texaco roadmap

#102 | Well, I was young and I didn't know what to do / When I saw your best steps stolen away from you / Now I'll do what I can / I'll walk like a man

#101 | Late and night when I'm dead on the line / I swear I think of your pretty face when I let her unwind

#100 | Let your mind rest easy, sleep well my friend / it's only our bodies that betray us in the end

#99 | He came home too drunk from mixin' Tanqueray and wine / He got a gun, shot a night clerk, now they call him Johnny 99