OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Featured In

Listen to Live In Dublin by Bruce Springsteen
ALBUMLive In DublinBruce Springsteen
Listen to Bruce Springsteen: Live featuring Bruce Springsteen
PLAYLISTBruce Springsteen: LiveApple Music Rock

Top Songs By Bruce Springsteen

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Sam Bardfeld
Sam Bardfeld
Violin
Art Baron
Art Baron
Trombone
Frank Bruno
Frank Bruno
Vocals
Jeremy Chatzky
Jeremy Chatzky
Bass
Larry Eagle
Larry Eagle
Drums
Clark Gayton
Clark Gayton
Trombone
Charles Giordano
Charles Giordano
Accordion
Curtis King, Jr.
Curtis King, Jr.
Vocals
Greg Liszt
Greg Liszt
Banjo
Lisa Lowell
Lisa Lowell
Vocals
Eddie Manion
Eddie Manion
Saxophone
Cindy Mizelle
Cindy Mizelle
Vocals
Curt Ramm
Curt Ramm
Trumpet
Marty Rifkin
Marty Rifkin
Dobro
Patti Scialfa
Patti Scialfa
Vocals
Marc Anthony Thompson
Marc Anthony Thompson
Vocals
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Dicus
Brett Dicus
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
John Cooper
John Cooper
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the carwash, checked the plugs and points
Well, I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey, industrial skyline
I'm a all-set Cobra Jet, creepin' through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape
Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one-two, powershift
I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the Route 60 Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on Scrap Metal Hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
Wooh-ooh... woo!
Ah!
(Oh, now...! Crazy...!)
Hey!
Well, 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop – wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm-a comin' 'round
I got-a three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with Gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere
Written by: Bruce Springsteen

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Google Play Store
Apple App Store
Chrome Web Store
Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2025 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out