Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Incident On 57th Street
Bruce Springsteen - Incident On 57th Street слова песни
Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Incident On 57th Street
Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these daysare cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." ( )Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't cry"Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't socrowded, there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight All them golden-heeled fairies in a real bitch fight Pull .38s and kiss the girls good night Oh good night, it's alright Jane Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight maybe Well like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true but then she really didn't mindUpstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' something about goin' homeShe whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight but just don't leave mealone" And Johnny cried "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein"Oh them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys they say homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives and kissed eachother good-bye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the streetHe called down "Hey little heroes, summer's long but I guess it ain't very sweetaround here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches herdream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel aftereveryone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up andputting his clothes on She says "Those romantic young boys All they ever want to do is fight" Those romantic young boys They're callin' through the window "Hey Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered: Good night, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby