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Bruce Springsteen

Open All Night

 

Open All Night

(album: Nebraska - 1982)


I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's humming like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
I'm going out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint

Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creeping through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm running late, this New Jersey n the morning like a lunar landscape

The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat she's sitting in my lap
We're wiping our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

5 A.M. oil pressure's sinking fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's coming on home
Sit tight little mamma I'm comming round I got 3 more hours but I'm covering ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball rising over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls calling long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

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