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Lyrics for Open All Night by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN:
| | | Artist: | BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Open All Night | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 141 | | | | Lyrics: | I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' 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 goin' out tonight I'm
gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet
creepin' 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 runnin' late, this New
Jersey n the mornin' 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 sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' 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 sinkin' 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 comin' on home
Sit tight little mamma
I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee
wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel
stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer
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