Bruce Springsteen – Racing In The Street (Guitar)

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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-ninety-six

         Bb
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor

       Gm
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot

             Bb
Outside the Seven-Eleven store

           F
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch

         Bb
And he rides with me from town to town

        Gm
We only run for the money, got no strings attached

            Bb
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down

C7  F
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right

         Bb
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat

Gm
Summer's here and the time is right

     Bb
For racin' in the street

   F
We take all the action we can meet

        Bb
And we cover all the northeast state

           Gm
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street

          Bb
From the fire roads to the interstate

     F
Now some guys they just give up living

           Bb
And start dying little by little, piece by piece

                Gm
Some guys come home from work and wash up

         Bb
Then go racin' in the street

C7  F
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right

         Bb
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats

Gm
Calling out around the world

             Bb
We're going racin' in the street

   F
I met her on the strip three years ago

       Bb
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.

  Gm
I blew that Camaro off my back 

     Bb
And drove that little girl away

                 F
But now there's wrinkles 'round my baby's eyes

          Bb
And she cries herself to sleep at night

     Gm
When I come home the house is dark

            Bb
She sighs "Baby, did you make it all right"

    F
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house

    Bb
But all her pretty dreams are torn

     Gm
She stares off alone into the night

                  Bb
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born

            F
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels 

 Bb
Rumbling through this promised land

           Gm
Tonight my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea

     Bb
And wash these sins off our hands

C7  F
Tonight, tonight the highway's bright

           Bb
Out of our way mister you best keep

        Gm
'Cause summer's here and the time is right

     Bb
For racin' in the street