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Thunder Road

The screen door slams 
Mary' dress waves 
Like a vision she dances across the porch 
As the radio plays 
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely 
Hey that's me and I want you only 
Don't turn me home again 
I just can't face myself alone again 
Don't run back inside 
Darling you know just what I'm here for 
So you're scared and you're thinking 
That maybe we ain't that young anymore 
Show a little faith there's magic in the night 
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright 
Oh and that's alright with me 

You can hide 'neath your covers 
And study your pain 
Make crosses from your lovers 
Throw roses in the rain 
Waste your summer praying in vain 
For a saviour to rise from these streets 
Well now I'm no hero 
That's understood 
All the redemption I can offer girl 
Is beneath this dirty hood 
With a chance to make it good somehow 
Hey what else can we do now ? 
Except roll down the window 
And let the wind blow 
Back your hair 
Well the night's busting open 
These two lanes will take us anywhere 
We got one last chance to make it real 
To trade in these wings on some wheels 
Climb in back 
Heaven's waiting on down the tracks 
Oh-oh come take my hand 
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land 
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road 
Lying out there like a killer in the sun 
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run 
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold 
Thunder Road 

Well I got this guitar 
And I learned how to make it talk 
And my car's out back 
If you're ready to take that long walk 
From your front porch to my front seat 
The door's open but the ride it ain't free 
And I know you're lonely 
For words that I ain't spoken 
But tonight we'll be free 
All the promises'll be broken 
There were ghosts in the eyes 
Of all the boys you sent away 
They haunt this dusty beach road 
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets 
They scream your name at night in the street 
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet 
And in the lonely cool before dawn 
You hear their engines roaring on 
But when you get to the porch they're gone 
On the wind so Mary climb in 
It's town full of losers 
And I'm pulling out of here to win

Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out

Tear drops on the city
Bad Scooter searching for his groove
Seem like the whole world walking pretty
And you can't find the room to move
Well everybody better move over, that's all
'Cause I'm running on the bad side
And I got my back to the wall
Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out

Well I was stranded in the jungle
Tryin'a take in all the heat they was giving
'Til, the night is dark but the sidewalk's bright
And lined with the light of the living
From a tenement window a transistor blasts
Turn around the corner things got real quiet real fast
I walked into a Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
And I'm all alone, I'm all alone
And kid you better get the picture
And I'm on my own, I'm on my own
And I can't go home

When the change was made uptown
And the Big Man joined the band
From the coastline to the city
All the little pretties raise their hands
I'm gonna sit back right easy and laugh
When Scooter and the Big Man bust this city in half, whoa,
Tenth Avenue freeze-out, Tenth Avenue freeze-out

Spirit in the Night

Crazy Janey and her mission man 
Were back in the alley tradin' hands 
'Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-Man 
All duded up for Saturday night 
Well, Billy slammed on his coaster brakes 
And said, "Anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake? 
It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88 
I got a bottle of rosé so let's try it 
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe 
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go 
They're build like light 
And they dance like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) 
Oh, you don't know what they can do to you 
Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night) 
Stand up right now and let them shoot through you" 

Well now, Wild Billy was a crazy cat 
And he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap 
He said, "Trust some of this, it'll show you where you're at 
Or at least it'll help you really feel it" 
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake 
I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake 
I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake 
I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey, let me heal it" 
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band 
And she kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can 
She felt so nice 
Just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night) 
Janey don't know what she do to you 
Spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night) 
Stand right up and let her shoot through me 

Now, the night was bright and the stars threw light 
On Billy and Davy dancin' in the moonlight 
They were down near the water in a stone mud fight 
Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn 
Well now, Hazy Davy got really hurt 
He ran into the lake in just his socks and his shirt 
Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt 
Singin' our birthday songs 
Janey said it was time to go 
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to Gypsy Angel Row 
Felt so right 
Together we moved like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)... 

Lost in the Flood

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway 
He walks through town all alone--"He must be from the fort," he hears the high school girls say 
His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide 
The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide 
They're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection 
Nuns run bald through Vatican halls, pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception 
And everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood 
Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud 
And I said, "Hey, gunner man, that's qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud 
Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?" 

That pure American brother, dull-eyed and empty-faced 
Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight 
He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue flash paint 
He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the kids call him Jimmy the Saint 
Well, that blaze-and-noise boy, he's gunnin' that bitch loaded to blastin' point 
He rides head first into a hurricane and disappears into a point 
And there's nothin' left but some blood where the body fell, that is, nothin' left that you could sell 
Just junk all across the horizon, a real highwayman's farewell 
And I said, "Hey kid, you think that's oil? Man, that ain't oil, that's blood" 
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm, or was he just lost in the flood? 

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air 
Some storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare 
And Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware 
Everything stops, you hear five quick shots, the cops come up for air 
And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street 
And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose, but he gets blown right off his feet 
And some kid comes blastin' 'round the corner, but a cop puts him right away 
He lays on the street holding his leg, screaming something in Spanish, still breathing when I walked away 
And somebody said, "Hey man, did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud" 
I wonder what the dude was sayin', or was he just lost in the flood? 
Hey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up 
I wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?

With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft French cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she'd just leave me alone
Because French cream won't soften them boots
And French kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh she's the one
She's the one

That thunder in your heart
At night when you're kneeling in the dark
It says you're never gonna leave her 
But there's this angel in her eyes
That tells such desperate lies
And all you want to do is believe her
And tonight you'll try 
Just one more time
To leave it all behind
And to break on through
Oh she can take you
But if she wants to break you
She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do
And no matte where you sleep
Tonight or how far you run
Oh she's the one
She's the one

Oh and just one kiss
She'd fill them long summer nights
With her tenderness
That secret pact you made
Back when her love could save you
From the bitterness
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one
Oh she's the one

Born to Run

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream 
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines 
Sprung from cages out on highway 9, 
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected,and steppin' out over the line 
h-Oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back 
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap 
We gotta get out while we're young 
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run 

yes, girl we were

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend 
I want to guard your dreams and visions 
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims 
and strap your hands 'cross my engines 
Together we could break this trap 
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back 
h-Oh, Will you walk with me out on the wire 
`Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider 
But I gotta know how it feels 
I want to know if love is wild 
Babe I want to know if love is real 

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard 
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors 
And the boys try to look so hard 
The amusement park rises bold and stark 
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist 
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight 
In an everlasting kiss 

1-2-3-4!

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive 
Everybody's out on the run tonight 
but there's no place left to hide 
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness 
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul 
h-Oh, Someday girl I don't know when 
we're gonna get to that place 
Where we really wanna go 
and we'll walk in the sun 
But till then tramps like us 
baby we were born to run 

Oh honey, tramps like us
baby we were born to run 

Come on with me, tramps like us
baby we were born to run 

Ru-uh-uh-un
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Uh-uh-uh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ru-uh-uh-uh-un
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ru-uh-uh-un

The E Street Shuffle

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 
The schoolboy pops pull out all the stops on a Friday night 
The teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance and everything's alright 
Little kids down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle 
Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle 
They're doin' the E Street Shuffle 

Now those E Street brats in twilight dual flashlight phantoms in full star stream 
Down fire trails of silver nights with blonde girls pledged sweet 16 
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, has 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 

Little Angel says, "Oh, everybody form a line 
Oh, everybody form a line" 

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 
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 as they move on out down to the scene 
All the kids are dancin'

It's Hard to be a Saint in the City

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sunThen dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could feel its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them downtown boys sure talk grittyIt's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king if the alley I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everythning cool
A backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy
And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straightahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you
back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street
And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city

Backstreets

One soft infested summer 
Me and Terry became friends 
Trying in vain to breathe 
The fire we born in 
Catching rides to the outskirts 
Tying faith between our teeth 
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house 
Getting wasted in the heat 
And hiding on the backstreets 
Hiding on the backstreets 
With a love so hard and filled with defeat 
Running for our lives at night on them backstreets 

Slow dancing in the dark 
On the beach at Stockton's Wing 
Where desperate lovers park 
We sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings 
Huddled in our cars 
Waiting for the bells that ring 
In the deep heart of the night 
We let lose of everything 
To go running on the backstreets 
Running on the backstreets 
Terry you swore we'd live forever 
Taking it on them backstreets together 

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag 
Where famous dancers scraped the tears 
Up off the street dressed down in rags 
Running into the darkness 
Some hurt bad some really dying 
At night sometimes it seemed 
You could hear the whole damn city crying 
Blame it on the lies that killed us 
Blame it on the truth that ran us down 
You can blame it all on me Terry 
It don't matter to me now 
When the breakdown hit at midnight 
There was nothing left to say 
But I hated him 
And I hated you when you went away 

Laying here in the dark 
You're like an angel on my chest 
Just another tramp of hearts 
Crying tears of faithlessness 
Remember all the movies, Terry 
We'd go see 
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes 
We thought we had to be 
Well after all this time 
To find we're just like all the rest 
Stranded in the park 
And forced to confess 
To hiding on the backstreets 
Hiding on the backstreets 
Where we swore forever friends 
On the backstreets until the end 
Hiding on the backstreets 
Hiding on the backstreets...

Kitty's Back

Catlong sighs, holdin' Kitty's black tooth 
She left to marry some top cat, ain't it the cold truth? 
And there hasn't been a tally since Sally left the alley 
Since Sally left with Big Pretty, things have got pretty thin 
It's tight on this fence since them young dudes are musclin' in 

Jack Knife cries 'cause Baby's in a bundle 
She goes runnin' nightly, lightly through the jungle 
And them tin cans are explodin' out of the 90-degree heat 
Cat somehow lost his baby down on Bleecker Street 
It's sad but it sure is true 
Cat shrugs his shoulders, sits back and sighs 

Catlong lies back-bent on a trash can 
Flashin' lights that cut the night, dude in the white says he's the man 
Well, you better move fast when you're young, or you're not around 
Cat somehow lost his Kitty in the city pound 
So get right, get tight, get down 
Who's that down at the end of the alley? She's been gone so long 
Here she comes, here she comes 
Here she comes, here she comes 

Kitty's back in town, here she comes now 
Kitty's back in town 
Cat knows Kitty's been untrue and that she left him for a city dude 
Well, she's so soft, she's so blue 
When he looks into her eyes, he just sits back and sighs 
Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? 
Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do? Alright 
Ooh alright, ooh alright 
Ooh alright, ooh alright

Jungleland

The Rangers had a homecoming 
In Harlem late last night 
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine 
Over the Jersey state line 
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge 
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain 
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants 
Together they take a stab at romance 
And disappear down Flamingo Lane 

Well the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo 
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl 
And the kids round here look just like shadows 
Always quiet, holding hands 
From the churches to the jails 
Tonight all is silence in the world 
As we take our stand 
Down in Jungleland 

The midnight gang's assembled 
And picked a rendezvous for the night 
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign 
That brings this fair city light 
Man there's an opera out on the Turnpike 
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley 
Until the local cops 
Cherry Tops 

Rips this holy night 
The street's alive 
As secret debts are paid 
Contacts made, they vanish unseen 
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades 
Hustling for the record machine 
The hungry and the hunted 
Explode into rock'n'roll bands 
That face off against each other out in the street 
Down in Jungleland 

In the parking lot the visionaries 
Dress in the latest rage 
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing 
To the records that the DJ plays 
Lonely-hearted lovers 
Struggle in dark corners 
Desperate as the night moves on 
Just one look 
And a whisper, and they're gone 

Beneath the city two hearts beat 
Soul engines running through a night so tender 
In a bedroom locked 
In whispers of soft refusal 
And then surrender 
In the tunnels uptown 
The Rat's own dream guns him down 
As shots echo down them hallways in the night 
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away 
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light 
Outside the street's on fire 
In a real death waltz 
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy 
And the poets down here 
Don't write nothing at all 
They just stand back and let it all be 
And in the quick of the night 
They reach for their moment 
And try to make an honest stand 
But they wind up wounded 
Not even dead 
Tonight in Jungleland

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

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'll pick up Little Gun 
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run 
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son 
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue 
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 

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

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 
So Rosie, come out tonight, little baby, come out tonight 
Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor 
Closets are for hangers, winners use the door 
So use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for 

[REPEAT CHORUS]

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll band 
And I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand 
Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room-- I'm comin' to lend a hand 
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man 
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny 
But now you're sad, your mama's mad 
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money 
Your papa says he knows that I don't have any money 
Oh, your daddy says he knows that I don't have any money 
Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance 
'Cause a record company, Rosie, 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 all day 
You can hear them in the back room strummin' 
So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know Daddy's comin' 
Everybody sing 

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

Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey 
Hey hey hey hey

4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)

Sandy the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stoney faces left
stranded on this warm July.
Down in the town the circuit's full with switchblade lovers
so fast so shiny so sharp
As the wizards play down on Pinball Way on the boardwalk way past dark.
And the boys from the casino dance with their shirts open
like Latin lovers on the shore Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score.
Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us.
This pier lights our carnival life forever.
Love me tonight for I may never see you again Hey Sandy girl, My my baby.
Now the greasers they tramp the streets or get busted for
sleeping on the beach all night.
Them boys in their high heels ah Sandy their skins are so white
And me I just got tired of hangin' in them dusty arcades
bangin' them pleasure machines
Chasin' the factory girls underneath the boardwalk where
they all promise to unsnap their jeans
And you know that tilt-a-whirl down on the south beach drag
I got on it last night and my shirt got caught
And they kept me spinnin' I didn't think I'd ever get off
Oh Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us
This pier lights our carnival life on the water
Runnin' underneath the boardwalk with the boss's daughter
I remember Sandy girl, my my my my baby.
Sandy, that waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me
I spoke with her last night. She said she won't
set herself on fire for me anymore. 
She worked that joint under the boardwalk, 
she was always the girl you saw bopping down the beach with the radio. 
The kids say last night she was dressed like a star 
in one of those cheap little seaside bars and I saw her walk with lover boy out on the kokomo.

Did ya hear the cops finally busted Madam Marie for telling fortunes better than they do.

For me this boardwalk life's through, babe. You ought to quite this scene, too. 

Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us.
This pier lights our carnival life forever.
Oh, love me tonight and I promise I'll love you forever? 
Oh I need it Sandy girl, my my my my baby.

Yeah I promise Sandy girl... 

Sha la la la baby.

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