[00:00.000] 作词 : B. Springsteen
[00:00.131] 作曲 : B. Springsteen
[00:00.262]I want y'all
[00:03.651]Oh, this song hasn't even said yet
[00:11.903]Come on, girls
[00:14.926]The streets of New York City and New Jersey
[00:58.739]Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
[01:01.203]With her line blown out, she was hummin' like a turbojet
[01:04.199]I propped her up in the backyard on some concrete blocks
[01:07.385]For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
[01:09.243]I took her down to the carwash
[01:10.835]Check the plugs and points
[01:12.103]Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint
[01:31.856]Well, early north Jersey industrial skyline
[01:34.531]I'm a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
[01:37.255]Gotta find a gas station
[01:38.651]Gotta find a payphone
[01:39.939]This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
[01:42.796]Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
[01:44.961]New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
[02:04.972]Well, the boss don't dig me so he put on the nightshift
[02:07.714]Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
[02:10.455]In the wee, wee house your mind gets hazy
[02:12.761]Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby
[02:15.745]Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
[02:18.645]Good night, good luck, one, two, power shift
[02:23.429]Swing it, Marley
[02:38.056]Come on, Sam
[02:40.454]Swing that fiddle
[02:46.232]Swing that fiddle
[02:51.632]Swing that fiddle
[02:54.395]Well, I met Wanda when she was employed
[02:56.657]Behind the counter at the route sixty, Bob's Big Boy
[02:59.501]Fried chicken on the front seat
[03:01.095]She's sittin' in my lap
[03:02.196]We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
[03:04.792]And I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
[03:07.514]With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
[03:10.318]Well, 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
[03:13.019]Gotta make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
[03:15.626]Gotta call my baby on the telephone
[03:18.149]Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
[03:20.832]Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' around
[03:23.498]I got three more hours but I'm coverin' ground
[03:26.576]Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours
[03:28.997]Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
[03:31.628]Radio's jammed up with talk show stations
[03:34.652]Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
[03:37.794]Hey, mister DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
[03:40.266]Hey, ho, rock and roll
[03:41.594]Deliver me from nowhere
[03:44.125]Alright, alright (Alright)
[03:47.630]Alright (Alright) alright (alright)
[03:53.498]Alright (Alright) alright (alright)
[03:56.210]Come on in everybody, 'cause we're open all night
[04:14.486]Hey, boy, you might get a little girl or somethin'
[04:16.359]Come on, boy
[04:24.911]Oh, swing your partner now
[04:29.364]Hey, look there, blow me on the cheek, come on
[04:46.802]Now do it with me
[04:47.622]Yeah, well, alright (Alright)
[04:50.452]Alright (Alright)
[04:53.740]Alright (Alright)
[04:56.682]Alright (Alright)
[04:58.757]Alright, I want one man playin' and a five men rippin'
[05:01.919]A-go, a-go, a-go, go
[05:20.436]Yeah, well, alright (Alright)
[05:24.964](Alright)
[05:27.527](Alright)
[05:30.330](Alright)
[05:31.924](Alright, alright)
[05:40.744]Oh, so let's sing it more
[05:46.604]Sing it with me, boys
[05:55.247]Oh, let's take it home, boys
[06:04.384]Alright, alright (Alright)
[06:06.837]Come on in everybody, 'cause we're open all night
[06:30.372]Thank you now

作词 : B. Springsteen
作曲 : B. Springsteen
I want y'all
Oh, this song hasn't even said yet
Come on, girls
The streets of New York City and New Jersey
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she was hummin' like a turbojet
I propped her up in the backyard on some concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
I took her down to the carwash
Check the plugs and points
Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock this joint
Well, 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, baby, I'm runnin' late
New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
Well, the boss don't dig me so he put on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee house your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Good night, good luck, one, two, power shift
Swing it, Marley
Come on, Sam
Swing that fiddle
Swing that fiddle
Swing that fiddle
Well, I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the route sixty, 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
And I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
Well, 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
Gotta 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 mama, I'm comin' around
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 talk show stations
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
Hey, mister DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey, ho, rock and roll
Deliver me from nowhere
Alright, alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright) alright (alright)
Alright (Alright) alright (alright)
Come on in everybody, 'cause we're open all night
Hey, boy, you might get a little girl or somethin'
Come on, boy
Oh, swing your partner now
Hey, look there, blow me on the cheek, come on
Now do it with me
Yeah, well, alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright)
Alright (Alright)
Alright, I want one man playin' and a five men rippin'
A-go, a-go, a-go, go
Yeah, well, alright (Alright)
(Alright)
(Alright)
(Alright)
(Alright, alright)
Oh, so let's sing it more
Sing it with me, boys
Oh, let's take it home, boys
Alright, alright (Alright)
Come on in everybody, 'cause we're open all night
Thank you now