[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:09.00]I had the carburetor cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
[00:15.00]Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
[00:22.50]Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points
[00:25.50]I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint
[00:29.00]Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
[00:36.00]Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
[00:42.00]Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
[00:58.00]The boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
[01:02.00]It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
[01:06.00]In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
[01:12.50]Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
[01:15.00]Goodnight good luck one two powershift
[01:19.00]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
[01:28.00]We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
[01:32.00]I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
[02:02.00]5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
[02:05.00]I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
[02:09.00]Gotta call my baby on the telephone
[02:11.00]Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
[02:15.00]Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 more hours but I'm coverin' ground
[02:22.00]Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
[02:29.00]Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation
[02:35.00]Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere

作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
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 in 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
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