Letra de Open All Night - Bruce Springsteen
Letra de canci�n de Open All Night de Bruce Springsteen lyrics
I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she�s 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
I�m goin� out tonight I�m gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline I�m 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 you�re all alone
Gotta hit the gas �cause I�m runnin� late, this New Jersey n the mornin� like a lunar landscape
The boss don�t dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It�s an all night run 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
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I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs 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
5 A.M. oil pressure�s 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 daddy�s comin� on home
Sit tight little mamma I�m commin� round I got 3 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. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock �n roll deliver me from nowhere
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
I�m goin� out tonight I�m gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline I�m 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 you�re all alone
Gotta hit the gas �cause I�m runnin� late, this New Jersey n the mornin� like a lunar landscape
The boss don�t dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It�s an all night run 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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/open-all-night-bruce-springsteen.php
I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs 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
5 A.M. oil pressure�s 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 daddy�s comin� on home
Sit tight little mamma I�m commin� round I got 3 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. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock �n roll deliver me from nowhere
