Tom: E
Introdução:
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Well I Had the carburetor baby cleaned and checked
with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
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Propped her up in my backyard on concrete blocks
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for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
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Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points well
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I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint
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Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm an all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
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Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
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This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
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Gotta hit the gas baby I'm runnin' late,
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This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
Fill One
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Now the boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hour to get to where my baby lives
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In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
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Radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby
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Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch
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Goodnight good luck one two powershift
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I met Wanda when she was employed behind
the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy
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Fried chicken on the front seat she's sittin' in my lap
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We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
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I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
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with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
Fill Two
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5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
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Gotta call my baby on the telephone
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Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
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Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round
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I got three more hours but I'm coverin' ground
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Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
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Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
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Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
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Hey Mister DJ won't ya hear my last prayer
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Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere