Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night
Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night слова песни
I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out shes 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 Im goin out tonight Im gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline Im 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 youre all alone Gotta hit the gas cause Im runnin late, this New Jersey n the mornin like a lunar landscape The boss dont dig me so he put me on the nightshift Its an all night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers wont 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 shes sittin in my lap Were 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 pressures 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 daddys comin on home Sit tight little mamma Im commin round I got 3 more hours but Im coverin ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers Radios jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin long distance salvation Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock n roll deliver me from nowhere