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RACING IN THE STREET

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 wanna blow `em off in my first heat;
Summer's here and the time is right,
For goin' racing in the street...

We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast state;
When the strip shuts down
we run them in the street,
From the fire roads to the interstate;
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 racing in the street...

Tonight, tonight the strip's just right,
I wanna blow `em all out of their seats...
Calling out around the world,
We're going racin' 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 drove that little girl away,
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night...
When I come home the house is dark,
She sighs "Baby did you make it all right?"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn...

She stares off 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 goin' racing in the street...

B. Springsteen