Bruce Springsteen

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Well I Had the carburetor baby cleaned and checked
with her line blown out she's hummin' like a
turbojet
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Propped her up in my backyard on concrete blocks
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for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
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Took her down to the carwash check the plugs
and points well
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I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint
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Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm an all set cobra jet creepin'
through the nighttime
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Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
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This turnpike sure is spooky at night
when you're all alone
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Gotta hit the gas baby I'm runnin' late,
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This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar
landscape

The boss don't dig me, so he put me on
the nightshift
It takes me two hours 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 Bob's 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

Hey

Well, 5 A.M., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pitstop, 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 mama, I'm comin' 'round
I got three 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. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere