Open All Night (Live at the Point Theatre, Dublin, Ireland - November 2006)

Open All Night (Live) - Bruce Springsteen (布魯斯·斯普林斯汀)

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 point

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

Its an all-night run 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 sixty bobs

Big boy fried chicken

On the front seat she's sittin in my lap

Were 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

Well at five a m oil pressures 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 daddys comin on home

Sit tight little mama I'm comin `round

I got three more hours but I'm coverin ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours

Suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers

Radios jammed up with gospel stations

Hey mister deejay wontcha hear my last prayer

Hey ho rocknroll deliver me from nowhere

Hey ho rocknroll deliver me from nowhere