I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
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Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
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She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
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Outside the Seven-Eleven store
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Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
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And he rides with me from town to town
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We only run for the money, got no strings attached
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We shut 'em up and than we shut 'em down
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Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
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I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
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Summer's here and the time is right
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For racin' in the street
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We take all the action we can meet
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And we cover all the northeast state
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When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
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From the fire roads to the interstate
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Some guys they just give up living
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And start dying little by little, piece by piece,
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Some guys come home from work and wash up,
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And go racin' in the street.
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Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
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I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
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Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street.
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I met her on the strip three years ago
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In a Camero with this dude from L.A.
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I blew that Camero off my back,
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and drove that little girl away,
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But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
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And she cries herself to sleep at night
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When I come home the house is dark
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She sighs, "Baby did you make it all right,"
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She sits on the porch of her Daddy's house
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But all her pretty dreams are torn,
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She stares off alone into the night
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With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
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For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels,
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Rumbling through this promised land
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Tonight my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea
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And wash these sins off our hands.
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Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
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Out of our way, mister you best keep
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'Cause summer's here and the time is right
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For racin' in the street.
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Racing In The Street
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| Bruce Springsteen |
