Every spring when the weather gets warm   They come pourin' into town straight off of them farms   Driving 455s running hard and strong   They'd 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, didn't have our licenses yet   Our walls were covered with pictures of cars we'd get   We'd listen and wait for that highway to rumble and quake   As they drove in through town when the weekend'd break   Bringin' girls with that distant look in their eyes   Now together 'neath the trestless they'd be laughing in the night   With the brothers under the bridges      Well me and my brother'd hitched a ride in Joey's pickup to the edge of town   And we watched from the tall grass as the challenges were made and the duels went down   We'd hitchhike back home, sneak in, get in bed before our mom'd come   And we'd 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 I'm 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   Through the brothers under the bridges