Lyrics Racing In the Street ('78) - Bruce Springsteen

I got a '32 Ford, she's a three-eighteen
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
And she's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the 7-Eleven store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and we shut 'em down

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Come on out around the world
We're going racing in the street
Alright

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast states
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the backroads to the turnpike gates
Well now some guys they do it for the money
Other guys do it 'cause they don't know what else they can do
There just ain't nothing left at home
Waking up in a world that somebody else owns

And tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Well, now summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street

I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
I blew that Camaro off my back and stole that little girl away
Now there's wrinkles 'round my baby's eyes
She cries herself to sleep at night
And when I come home, the house is dark she sighs
"Baby did you make it all right?"
And she sits on the porch of her daddy's house
Oh, but honey, your pretty dress is torn
She stares out alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just bein' born
For all the blown-off strangers and hot rod angels
Stumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Come on out the time is right
We're goin' racing in the street
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