Open All Night-Bruce Springsteen

[01:36.12]Well, i had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked [01:39.15]With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet [01:41.70]Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks [01:44.31]For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks [01:46.89]Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and point [01:49.50]Well, i'm goin' out tonight. i'm gonna rock that joint [02:07.80]Early north jersey industrial skyline [02:10.26]I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime [02:12.99]Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone [02:15.24]This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone [02:17.91]Gotta hit the gas, baby. i'm running late [02:20.28]This new jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape [02:38.55]Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift [02:41.19]It's an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives [02:43.74]In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy [02:45.69]Radio relays towers, won't you lead me to my baby? [02:48.36]Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch [02:51.15]Good night, good luck. one, two power shift [05:56.22]I met wanda when she was employed [05:58.26]Behind the counter at Route 60 Bob's Big Boy [06:00.69]Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap [06:03.30]We're wipin' our fingers on a texaco road map [06:06.00]I remember wanda up on scrap metal hill [06:08.10]With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still [06:10.41]Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast [06:13.23]I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas [06:15.87]Gotta call my baby on the telephone [06:18.06]Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home [06:20.52]Sit tight, little mama, i'm comin' `round [06:23.01]I got three more hours, but i'm coverin' ground [06:25.50]Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours [06:28.08]Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers [06:30.96]Radio's jammed up with gospel stations [06:32.37]Lost souls callin' long distance salvation [06:35.61]Hey, mister deejay, won'tcha hear my last prayer? [06:38.28]Hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere