Bruce Springsteen

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Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work
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Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
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Some heading home to their families some
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looking to get hurt
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Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on
        C  F C F
their shirts

I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch
the traffic pass me by
In my head, I keep a picture of a pretty
little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better
life than this

Chorus:
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Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
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Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
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Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
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Working on the highway, working on the highway

I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers,
back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down the union tracks
One day I looked straight at her and she looked
straight back, so I'm

Chorus:
Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway

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Saved up my money and I put it all away
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I went to see her daddy but we didn't have
much to say
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"Son can't you see that she's just a little girl
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She don't know nothing about this cruel cruel world"

We left down to Florida, we got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her and they
took me in a black-and-white
The prosecutor kept the promise
that he made on that day
And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte
County road gang

Chorus:
I'm working on the highway, laying down
the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through
the bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway
Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway, blasting through the
bedrock
Working on the highway, working on the highway