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 Billy he's down by the railroad tracks Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac Diamond Jackie, she's so intact As she falls so softly beneath him Jackie's heels are stacked Billy's got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute It's a mad dog's promenade So walk tall or baby don't walk at all Fish lady, oh fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They ain't got no money And they're so easy I said "Hey, baby Won't you take my hand Walk with me down Broadway Well mama take my arm andĘ move with me down Broadway" I'm a young man, I talk it real loud Yeah babe I walk it real proud for you Ah so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away your city life Hook up to the train And hook up to the night train Hook it up Hook up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down And when she turns this boy'll be gone So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley He's singin', singin', singin', singin'
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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