Open All Night Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

Open All Night

I had the carburetor 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 points
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 payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all alone
Gotta hit the gas cause Im runnin late, this New Jersey n the mornin like a lunar landscape

The boss dont dig me so he put me on the nightshift
Its an all night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers wont you lead me to my baby
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight good luck one two powershift

I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy fried chicken on the front seat shes sittin in my lap
Were wipin our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

5 A.M. oil pressures 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 daddys comin on home
Sit tight little mamma Im commin round I got 3 more hours but Im coverin ground

Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers
Radios jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin long distance salvation
Hey mr. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock n roll deliver me from nowhere