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Open All Night (live) Lyrics - Live In Dublin - Bruce Springsteen & The Sessions Band

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, 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 

Well, 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 pay phone 

This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone 

Gotta hit the gas, baby, 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 

It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives 

In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy 

Radio relays 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 

 

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 sitting in my lap 

We're wiping 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 

 

Hoo hoo, whoa! 

Ha! 

Oh now, hey 

 

Well at 5 a.m. oil pressure's sinking 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 coming on home 

Sit tight, little mama, I'm a-coming around 

I got three more hours but I'm covering ground 

 

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours 

Sun's just a red ball rising over them refinery towers 

Radio's jammed up with gospel stations 

Lost souls calling long distance salvation 

Hey mister deejay won't you hear my last prayer 

Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere 

 

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