Bruce Springsteen : The Wild, The Innocent And The E-Street Shuffle

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Sparks fly on E-Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All the little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot

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The school boy bops pull out all the stops on a Friday night

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The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E-Street dance and everything's all right

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Them kids down there are either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle

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Dressed in snakeskin suits backed with Detroit muscle

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They're doin' the E-Street Shuffle Now those E-Street brats in twilight Dual flash-light phantoms in full star stream Down fire trails on silver nights with blonde girls playing sweet sixteen The newsboys say the heat's been bad Since Power 13 gave a trooper all he had in a summer scuffle And Power's girl, Little Angel, been on the corner Keepin' those crazy boys out of trouble Little Angel steps the shuffle like she ain't got no brains She's deaf in combat down on Lover's Lane She drives all them local boys insane Yes, she does Little Angel says

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"Oh oh oh (oh oh oh), everybody form a line

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Oh oh oh (oh oh oh), everybody form a line" Well the sparks fly on E-Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot All them little girls' souls grow weak when the man-child gives them a double shot Little Angel hangs out at Easy Joe's, it's a club where all the riot squad goes When they're cashin' in for a cheap hustle But them boys are still on the corner loose and doin' that lazy E-Street Shuffle As them sweet summer nights turn into summer dreams Little Angel picks up Power and he slips on his jeans And they move on out down to the scene All the kids are there

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Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight

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Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July

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Down in town the circuit's full of switch-blade lovers so fast so shiny so sharp

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As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark

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And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open, like Latin lovers on the shore

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Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score

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Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us

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The pier lights our carnival life forever

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Love me tonight for I may never see you again

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Hey Sandy girl, now, now baby

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Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for trying to sleep on the beach all night

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Them boys in their spiked high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white

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And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades, bangin' them pleasure machines

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Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where they promise to unsnap their jeans

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And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag? I got on it last night and my shirt got caught

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And it kept me spinnin' they didn't think I'd ever get off

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Oh Sandy, the aurora is risin' behind us

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The pier lights our carnival life on the water

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Runnin', laughin' underneath the boardwalk oh, with the boss's daughter

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I remember, Sandy girl, now now now baby

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Sandy, that waitress I was seein' lost their desire for me, I spoke with her last night

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She said she won't set herself on fire for me anymore

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She worked that joint underneath the boardwalk

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She was always the girl you saw boppin' down the beach with the radio

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The kids say last night she was dressed like a star in one of them cheap little seaside bars

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And I saw her parked with her lover-boy out on the kokomo

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Did you hear, the cops finally busted Madame Marie for tellin' fortunes better than they do

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For me, this boardwalk life's through, babe, you oughta quit this scene, too

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Sandy, the aurora's rising behind us

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The pier lights our carnival life forever

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Oh love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever

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Oh, I mean it, Sandy girl my, my, my, my, my baby

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I promise Sandy girl, sha-la-la la-la baby

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Catlong sighs holdin' Kitty's black tooth

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She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth

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And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley

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Since Kitty left with Big Pretty things have got pretty thin, yeah yeah

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It's tight in this business and young dudes are musclin' in |

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Big Jack-Knife cries 'cause baby's in a bundle She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle And them tin cans are explodin' down in the ninety degree heat Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street

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It's sad but it sure is true

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Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs

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Ooh-ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do? Ooh-ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do? |

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Catlong lies back bent on a trash can Flashin' lights cut the night, dude in white says he's the man Well you better move fast when you're young or you're not long around Cat somehow lost his Kitty down in the city pound

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So get right, get tight, get down

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Well, who's that down at the end of the alley

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She's been gone so long

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Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

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Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

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Kitty's back in town (here she comes now), Kitty's back in town (oh, oh alright) Kitty's back in town (here she comes now), Kitty's back in town (oh, oh alright) Kitty's back in town (here she comes now), Kitty's back in town (oh, oh alright) Kitty's back in town (here she comes now), Kitty's back in town (oh, oh alright)

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Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue

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And that she left him for a city dude

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Well she's so soft, she's so blue

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When he looks into her eyes he just sits back and sighs

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Ooh-ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do? Ooh-ooh, what can I do? Ooh, what can I do? Oh oh oh oh oh, all right Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, all right, ooh all right Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, all right, ooh all right Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, all right, ooh all right Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, all right, ooh all right

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The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave

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And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave

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Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade

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Circus town's on the shortwave Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born

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Whoa and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope

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With a cannon blast, lightin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent

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He's gonna miss his fall, oh God save the human cannonball

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And the flying Zambini's watch Margarita do her neck twist

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And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97

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A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds

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And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds

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They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind

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A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin

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Runnin' home to some small Ohio town

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Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire

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And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up

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And carries carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer

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And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop

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And the circus boss leans over and whispers in the little boy's ear

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Hey son you want to try the big top?

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All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop

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Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night

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With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick, but dressed just like dynamite

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He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street

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But they sigh, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy, and you know hearts these days are cheap"

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And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater" Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice, said: "Johnny don't cry"

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Puerto Rican Jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name?

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I want to drive you down to the other side of town

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Where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight

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All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight, pull .38s and kiss their girls goodnight

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Goodnight, it's alright, Jane

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Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame

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We may find it out on the street tonight, baby

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Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine Like a late Juliet she knew she'd never be true, but then she didn't really mind Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone" And Johnny cried, "Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein" Them barefoot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good They left the corners, threw away their switch-blade knives and kissed each other goodbye Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the street He called down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long, but I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and puttin' his clothes on

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She says, "Those romantic young boys all they ever want to do is fight Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window, hey, Spanish Johnny

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You want to make a little easy money tonight?" And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight Jane I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane We may find it out on the street tonight baby Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe"

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Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins You know playin' Blind Man's Bluff is a little baby's game You pick up Little Dynamite, I'm gonna pick up Little Gun And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run

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You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son

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The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet little girl's tongue

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| And Rosie, you're the one Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats Little Gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's, tryin' out his attitude on all the cats Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs 'Cause you know we ain't gonna come I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun And Rosie, you're the one

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Rosalita, jump a little lighter Senorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar Rosalita, you're my stone desire

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Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there Sloppy Sue and Big Bone Billy, they'll be coming up for air We're gonna play some pool, skip some school Act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna feel alright

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So Rosie come out tonight, little baby come out tonight

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Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor

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Closets are for hangers, winners use the door

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| So use it Rosie, that's what it's there for

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Rosalita, jump a little lighter Senorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar Rosalita, you're my stone desire |

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Now I know your mama, she don't like me 'cause I play in a rock and roll band

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And I know your daddy, he don't dig me but he never did understand

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Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room, I'm comin' to lend a hand

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I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man

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Some day we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny

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But now you're sad, your momma's mad And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money

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Well tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance

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'Cause Rosie the record company just gave me a big advance And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed but the Lord had mercy And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey Well hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie I'm comin' on strong By the time we meet the morning light I will hold you in my arms I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and day

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You can hear them in the back room strummin'

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So hold tight baby 'cause don't you know daddy's comin', everybody sing

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Rosalita, jump a little lighter Senorita, come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar Rosalita, you're my stone desire |

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Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey! |

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Billy, he's down by the railroad track Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him

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Jackie's heels are stacked, Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot

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It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute

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It's a mad dog's promenade

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So walk tall, or better don't walk at all Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner-boys Ain't got no money, and they're so easy I said, "Hey baby won't you take my hand Walk me down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud Yeah, baby walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life Shake away your city life And hook up to the train, hook up to the night train Hook it up hook up to the, hook up to the train

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But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train No she won't take the train, no she won't take the train

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She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down

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And when she turns this boy 'll be gone

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So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave

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Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy

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Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can

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Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man

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He's singin' (singin'), He's singin' (singin'), He's singin', all dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin' Watch out for your junk man Watch out for your junk man Watch out for your junk man

Bruce Springsteen : The Wild, The Innocent And The E-Street Shuffle
1973

The E-Street Shuffle

4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

Kitty's Back

Wild Billy's Circus Story

Incident On 57th Street

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen : The Wild, The Innocent And The E-Street Shuffle 1973

The E-Street Shuffle

4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

Kitty's Back

Wild Billy's Circus Story

Incident On 57th Street

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

New York City Serenade

Bruce Springsteen : The Wild, The Innocent And The E-Street Shuffle
1973