Bruce Springsteen – Jazz Musician (Guitar)

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Well, it's a Saturday night in New Jersey

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And you feeling kinda wet

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Now the summer heat is getting you worried

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So you look as innocent as you can as you sweat

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You got a woman on the other side of the law

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But it ain't cool to go to see her yet

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Because her ex-old man's some half-shot detective

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With his heart set on Dragnet

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And so you stand on the corner looking kinda torn

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In the Blue Light Lounge where death was born

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The jazz musician blows his horn

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You pop a letter to your baby in Richmond

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Because you're feeling kinda down

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She's kinda small but at least she don't bitch none

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And she needs you real bad and sometimes that's all that counts

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Oh, you had a teenage band and flying hands

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And, yeah, you were pretty big in the South

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But you passed out on stage and flew into a rage

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And someone tried to revive you mouth to mouth

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And you felt a pain in your chest as you passed the crown

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And in the Blue Light Lounge the lights went down

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And the audience, like monks, slipped silently out of town

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Well now the atheist burns you for laughing out loud

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'Cause he can't understand what you're saying

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Whoa, and the DJ he's rattling like a Gatling gun

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But man, that's your record he's playing

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Well outside the park is dark

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But the sidewalk's bright in line with the light of the living

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Oh, and baby can I walk you home tonight

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Because it's so bad outside but there's so much worth a giving

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I was stranded in the jungle

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First stage witness at a company killing

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Was shuffling my feet, clutching my high school diploma

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Promised sixty bucks a week and top billing

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And has anybody seen sweet Gabriel

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That dark woman with the funny tattoo

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The curtain calls of her shadow on my walls

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Are all I got to pull me through

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Whoa, and out on the corner there's no room to move

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Because everybody's trying so hard to groove

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And in the Blue Light Lounge jazz man he plays the blues