(Bruce Springsteen)



I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396

Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor

She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot

Outside the Seven-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 then we shut 'em down

Tonight tonight the strip's just right

I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat

Summer's here and the time is right

For racin' in the street



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 fire roads to the interstate

Now Some guys they just give up living

And start dying little by little piece by piece

Some guys come home from work and wash up

And go racin' in the street

Tonight tonight the strip's just right

I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats

Calling out around the world

We're going racin' in the street



He met her on the strip three years ago

In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.

He blew that Camaro off his back and he drove that little girl away

But now there's wrinkles around his baby's eyes

And she cries herself to sleep at night

When he comes home the house is dark

She says 'Baby did you make it alright?'

She sits on the porch of her daddy's house

But all her pretty dreams are torn

She stares out alone into the night

With the eyes of one who hates for just being born

For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels



Rumbling 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 highway's bright

Out of our way mister you best keep

Cause summer's here and the time is right

For racin' in the street