Chords for Bruce Springsteen- Racing In The Street ('78) w/ Lyrics

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_ [C] _ _ _ got [Bb] _ _
_ [F] a 32 Ford, she's a [Dm] 318, fuel, [C] eggs, and earth on the [Gm] floor. _
_ [F] She's waiting tonight down in the [Dm] parking lot beside [C] the 7-Eleven [Bb] store. _
He had [F] my partner's son, he built [Dm] her straight out of scratch, and [G] he rides with me from town to [Gm] town. _
We [F] only run for the money, got [Dm] no strings attached, [C] we shut them up and we shut them down.
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_ _ [F] Tonight, tonight, [Dm] the streets just bright, I wanna [C] blow them all out of the [Bb] streets.
_ _ [F] Come on out [Dm]
around the world, we're [C] going racing _ in the [Bb] streets.
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_ Well, we [F] take all the action [Dm] we can meet, and [C] we cover all the northeast [Bb]
states.
And [F] when the strip shuts down, we're [Dm] running in the street from [C] the back roads to the [Bb] turnpike base.
_ [F] Well, now some guys, they do it for [Dm] the money, other guys do it [C] cause they don't know what else they [Bb] can do.
Good [F] and the just, they ain't got nothing [Dm] left at home, waking up [C] in the world as somebody [Bb]
else's son.
And [F] tonight, tonight, [Dm] the streets just bright, [C] I wanna blow them all up in [Bb] my pussy.
Well, [F] now summer's here [Dm] and the time is right, [C] for the singing out in [Bb] the streets.
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ I was on the strip [Fm] three years ago, [Eb] and I got married with this dude from [Db] L.A.
_ [Ab] And I _ _ [Fm] broke my back [Eb] and I stole that [Db] girl away.
[Ab] And my little angel, [Fm] she _ _ [Eb] cried herself to sleep [Db] at night.
[Ab] And when I come home, [Fm] the house is dark, she [Eb] says, baby, did you make [Db] it alright?
_ [Ab] And she sits on the porch [Fm] of her daddy's house, all [Eb] burnt honey, her pretty dress [Db] is torn.
_ [Ab] She's still all alone [Fm] into the night, with [Eb] the eyes of a wall, who hates for just [Db] being born.
For [Ab] all the poor, all strangers, [Fm] and hot-rodding Jews, [Eb] stumbling [Eb] through the palm of [Db] this land.
Tonight, [Ab] baby and me, we're [Fm] gonna ride to the sea, [Eb] and wash these sins off [Db]
our hands.
_ [Ab] _ _ The [Fm] streets just bright, [Eb] I wanna blow them all up in my [Db] pussy.
_ Well, [Ab] come on out, [Fm] the time is right, we're [Eb] going racing in my [Db]
street.
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