Bruce Springsteen – Open All Night (Guitar)

Capo 2
Key
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Versions (3)

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Chords

[Main Riff played throughout song]
    E                               A             E               B               E
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D|----------------------------------2-2-4-2-2-2-2-----------------4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4------------------|
A|--2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2--|
E|--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-----------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0--|
[Verse 1] (Chords in relation to Capo) E
E
Well I Had the carburetor baby cleaned and checked
with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet
A
Propped her up in my backyard on concrete blocks 

E
for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks

B
Took her down to the carwash check the plugs and points well

E
I'm goin' out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint

E
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm an all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
A
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone 

E
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone

B
Gotta hit the gas baby I'm runnin' late, 

E
This New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape

[Fill 1]
e|------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-------4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4--|
A|-----2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-1-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2--|
E|-0-3-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-3-4----------------------------------------|
[Verse 2]
E
Now the boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hour to get to where my baby lives
A
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy 

E
Radio relay towers won't you lead me to my baby

B
Underneath the overpass trooper hits his party light switch

E
Goodnight good luck one two powershift

E
I met Wanda when she was employed behind
the counter at the route 60 Bobs Big Boy
A
Fried chicken on the front seat she's sittin' in my lap

E
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap

B
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill 

E
with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still

[Fill 2]
    E                                                               A                               
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B|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------------------2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-|
A|--2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-2-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-|
E|--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---------------------------------|

                              "Woohoo hoo"                                                           
  B
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D|4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-|
A|2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-|
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"Ye--------------------------------ah" [Verse 3]
E
5 A.M. oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop wipe the windshield check the gas
A
Gotta call my baby on the telephone

E
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home

B
Sit tight little mamma I'm commin' round 

E
I got three more hours but I'm coverin' ground

E
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
A
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations 

E
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation

B
Hey Mister DJ won't ya hear my last prayer 

E
Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere