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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=58377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Open All Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked<br>With her line blown out shes hummin like a turbojet<br>Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks<br>For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks<br>Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and point<br>Well, Im goin out tonight. Im gonna rock that joint<br>Early north jersey industrial skyline<br>Im a all-set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime<br>Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone<br>This turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all alone<br>Gotta hit the gas, baby. Im running late<br>This new jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape<br>Now, the boss dont dig me, so he put me on the night shift<br>Its an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives<br>In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy<br>Radio relays towers, wont you lead me to my baby? <br>Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch<br>Good night, good luck. one, two power shift<br>I met wanda when she was employed<br>Behind the counter at route sixty bobs big boy fried chicken<br>On the front seat, shes sittin in my lap<br>Were wipin our fingers on a texaco road map<br>I remember wanda up on scrap metal hill<br>With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still<br>Well, at five a.m., oil pressures sinkin fast<br>I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas<br>Gotta call my baby on the telephone<br>Let her know that her daddys comin on home<br>Sit tight, little mama, Im comin 'round<br>I got three more hours, but Im coverin ground<br>Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours<br>Suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers<br>Radios jammed up with gospel stations<br>Lost souls callin long distance salvation<br>Hey, mister deejay, wontcha hear my last prayer? <br>Hey, ho, rocknroll, deliver me from nowhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bruce Springsteen - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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With her line blown out shes 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 plug..."></div>
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