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NEBRASKA

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Nebraska
. Atlantic City
. Mansion On the Hill
. Johnny 99
. Highway Patrolman
. State Trooper
. Used Cars
. Open All Night
. My Father's House
. Reason to Believe
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Open
All Night
I
had the carburetor 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 check the plugs and points
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 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin'
like a lunar landscape
The
boss don't dig me so he put me on the nightshift
It's an all night run 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 Bobs
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
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 mamma I'm commin' round I got 3 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. deejay woncha hear my last prayer hey ho rock 'n roll deliver
me from nowhere
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Provavelmente
o disco mais intimista do Boss. Sozinho, apenas acompanhado
de uma guitarra acústica e da harmónica, grava em
casa num gravador de 4 pistas, as canções do seu desencanto
relativamente à América.
Talvez seja esta a vingança relativamente ao rótulo
que lhe quiseram pôr: "o novo Dylan", em
1973, quando editou o primeiro álbum "Greetings
From Asbury Park, N.J.".
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