Bruce Springsteen - Open All Night (Electric Nebraska - Official Audio)

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"Open All Night - Electric Nebraska" Official Audio by Bruce Springsteen

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Lyrics:

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked

With her line blown out she’s hummin’ like a turbojet

I 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

Because I’m goin’ out tonight, I’m gonna rock that joint

Early North Jersey industrial skyline

I’m an 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 you’re all alone

I hit the gas because I’m running late

This New Jersey in the mornin’ like a lunar landscape

Now, the boss don’t dig me, so he put me on the night shift

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, a trooper hits the party light switch

Goodnight, good luck, one... two... power shift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at 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 road map

I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill

With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

Yeah, that’s the one!

Yeah, at five a.m. the oil pressure’s sinkin’ fast

I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, buddy, check the gas

I gotta call my baby on the telephone

Let her know that her daddy boy's comin’ on home

I got two more hours, but I’m coverin’ ground

It’s six a.m. on Sunday morning, I'm a comin' around

My eyes are gettin' itchy in the wee wee hours

Sun’s just a red ball risin’ over them refinery towers

Radio jammed up with gospel stations

Lost souls callin’ long distance salvation

Hey, mister deejay, you gotta hear my last prayer

Hey, ho, rock’n’roll, deliver me from nowhere

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