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Nebraska
Open All Night
Well, I had the carburator, baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out shes 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 point
Well, Im goin out tonight. Im gonna rock that joint
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
Im a all-set cobra jet creepin through the nighttime
Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a pay phone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when youre all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby. Im running late
This New Jersey in the mornin like a lunar landscape
Now, the boss dont dig me, so he put me on the night shift
Its an all-night run to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee, wee hours your mind gets hazy
Radio relays towers, wont you lead me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch
Good night, good luck. One, two power shift
I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at Route Sixty Bobs Big Boy Fried Chicken
On the front seat, shes sittin in my lap
Were wipin our fingers on a Texaco road map
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still
Well, at five a.m., oil pressures 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 daddys comin on home
Sit tight, little mama, Im comin `round
I got three more hours, but Im coverin ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee, wee hours
Suns just a red ball risin over them refinery towers
Radios jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls callin long distance salvation
Hey, mister deejay, wontcha hear my last prayer?
Hey, ho, rocknroll, deliver me from nowhere
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