Tytuł: Out in the Street

• Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
• Wyświetleń: 233

  Put on your best dress baby
  And darlin', fix your hair up right
  Cause there's a party, honey
  Way down beneath the neon lights
  All day you've been working that hard line
  Now tonight you're gonna have a good time
  
  I work five days a week girl
  Loading crates down on the dock
  I take my hard earned money
  And meet my girl down on the block
  And Monday when the foreman calls time
  I've already got Friday on my mind
  
  When that whistle blows
  Girl, I'm down the street
  I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
  When I'm out in the street
  I walk the way I wanna walk
  When I'm out in the street
  I talk the way I wanna talk
  When I'm out in the street
  When I'm out in the street
  
  When I'm out in the street, girl
  Well, I never feel alone
  When I'm out in the street, girl
  In the crowd I feel at home
  The black and whites they cruise by
  And they watch us from the corner of their eye
  
  But there ain't no doubt girl, down here
  We ain't gonna take what they're handing out
  When I'm out in the street
  I walk the way I wanna walk
  When I'm out in the street
  I talk the way I wanna talk
  Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue
  Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you
  
  When the whistle blows
  Girl, I'm down the street
  I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
  When I'm out in the street
  I walk the way I wanna walk
  When I'm out in the street
  I talk the way I wanna talk
  
  When I'm out in the street
  Pretty girls, they're all passing by
  When I'm out in the street
  From the corner, we give them the eye
  
  Baby, out in the street I just feel all right
  Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
  Meet me out in the street
  Meet me out in the street