Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night Lyrics
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checkedWith her line blown out shes hummin like a turbojetPropped her up in the backyard on concrete blocksFor a new clutch plate and a new set of shocksTook her down to the carwash, check the plugs and pointWell, Im goin out tonight. Im gonna rock that jointEarly north jersey industrial skylineIm a all-set cobra jet creepin through the nighttimeGotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phoneThis turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all aloneGotta hit the gas, baby. Im running lateThis new jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscapeNow, the boss dont dig me, so he put me on the night shiftIts an all-night run to get back to where my baby livesIn the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazyRadio relays towers, wont you lead me to my baby?Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switchGood night, good luck. one, two power shiftI met wanda when she was employedBehind the counter at route sixty bobs big boy fried chickenOn the front seat, shes sittin in my lapWere wipin our fingers on a texaco road mapI remember wanda up on scrap metal hillWith them big brown eyes that make your heart stand stillWell, at five a.m., oil pressures sinkin fastI make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gasGotta call my baby on the telephoneLet her know that her daddys comin on homeSit tight, little mama, Im comin `roundI got three more hours, but Im coverin groundYour eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hoursSuns just a red ball risin over them refinery towersRadios jammed up with gospel stationsLost souls callin long distance salvationHey, mister deejay, wontcha hear my last prayer?Hey, ho, rocknroll, deliver me from nowhere
