Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night
Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night слова песни
Текст песни Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown outshe's hummin' like a turbojetPropped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and anew set of shocksTook her down to the carwash, check the plugs and pointsWell, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint( )Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' throughthe nighttimeGotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky atnight when you're all aloneGotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like alunar landscapeNow, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshiftIt's an all night run to get back to where my baby livesIn the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead meto my baby?Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switchGoodnight good luck one two power shiftI met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big BoyFried Chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lapWe're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmapI remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make yourheart stand stillWell, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fastI make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gasGotta call my baby on the telephoneLet her know that her daddy's comin' on homeSit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'mcoverin' groundYour eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over themrefinery towersRadio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distancesalvationHey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me