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Tom: F#
Intro: F#
Well, I had the carburettor, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's humming like a turbojet
B
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
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For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
C#
Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points
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Well, I'm going out tonight I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra jet creeping through the nighttime
B
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone
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This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
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Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm running late
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This New Jersey in the morning like a lunar landscape
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Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift
Takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
B
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
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Radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby?
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Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
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Goodnight good luck one two power shift
I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60
B
Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken on the front seat, she's sitting in my lap
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We're wiping our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
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I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes
That make your heart stand still
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Well, at five AM oil pressure's sinking fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
B
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
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Let her know that her daddy's coming on home
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Sit tight, little mama, I'm a coming round
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I got three more hours, but I'm covering ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball rising over them refinery towers
B
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
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Lost souls calling long distance salvation
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Hey, mister DJ, wont ya hear my last prayer
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Hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere
Hey a lay da di da lay da di da da yodle
Hey a lay da di da lay da di da da yodle
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Hey a lay da di da lay da di da da yodle