Open All Night Chords by Bruce Springsteen
Tempo:
72.25 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
E
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [B] [F#m] [F#]
Well, I gave baby clean and check, where there's lime blowin' out she's comin' like a [B] [F#] tox.
Heard new clutch, played in a new set of [C#] shots, took her down to the car wash, checked the clutch [F#] and points.
Well, I'm goin' after that, I'm gonna rock a joint.
Hurling off to Jersey, industry, the skyline, I'm a huss.
Covered ya, creepin' [B] through the night time.
Gotta find a gas station, gotta [F#] find a paintball, Mr.
Turnt, rock sure is spooky at night.
When you're all alone, [C#] I'm a mess, baby, I'm [F#] runnin' late.
It's me, Jersey, in the morning, like a lunar landscape.
[B]
[C#] [F#] Lost all dignity, so it's me on the night.
Take me to higher, so I get back to where [B] my baby lives.
My wee-wee hours, you'll have it.
[F#] Crazy radio, relayed tires, aren't you leading me to [C#] my baby?
Underneath the old work vest, we worked, [F#] party lights, good night, good luck.
One, two, our ship, I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at Darius.
Sixty-five, state [B] boy, frat, chicken on the front seat, the sisters in my [F#] lap,
we're wiping our fingers on a Texaco road [C#] map.
I remember Wanda, with the scrap metal [F#] hit with them big brown,
how's it make your heart stand still?
Woo!
[B]
Oh!
Yeah!
[C#]
[F#] At 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast.
Make a pit stop, the windshield, check [B] the gas.
Gotta call my baby on the [F#] telephone.
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on [C#] home.
Six o'clock, at the mall, I'm a-comin' [F#] round.
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground.
If highs get itchy in the wee-wee hours,
I'm just a red ball rising over them refinery [B] towers.
Radio's damned up with [F#] gospel stations.
Lost souls call a long-distance [C#] salvation.
Hey, Mr.
D.J., won't you [F#] hear my last prayer?
Hey, her rockin' old lever's meetin' the wire.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee-down-down.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee [B]-down-down.
Well, I gave baby clean and check, where there's lime blowin' out she's comin' like a [B] [F#] tox.
Heard new clutch, played in a new set of [C#] shots, took her down to the car wash, checked the clutch [F#] and points.
Well, I'm goin' after that, I'm gonna rock a joint.
Hurling off to Jersey, industry, the skyline, I'm a huss.
Covered ya, creepin' [B] through the night time.
Gotta find a gas station, gotta [F#] find a paintball, Mr.
Turnt, rock sure is spooky at night.
When you're all alone, [C#] I'm a mess, baby, I'm [F#] runnin' late.
It's me, Jersey, in the morning, like a lunar landscape.
[B]
[C#] [F#] Lost all dignity, so it's me on the night.
Take me to higher, so I get back to where [B] my baby lives.
My wee-wee hours, you'll have it.
[F#] Crazy radio, relayed tires, aren't you leading me to [C#] my baby?
Underneath the old work vest, we worked, [F#] party lights, good night, good luck.
One, two, our ship, I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at Darius.
Sixty-five, state [B] boy, frat, chicken on the front seat, the sisters in my [F#] lap,
we're wiping our fingers on a Texaco road [C#] map.
I remember Wanda, with the scrap metal [F#] hit with them big brown,
how's it make your heart stand still?
Woo!
[B]
Oh!
Yeah!
[C#]
[F#] At 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast.
Make a pit stop, the windshield, check [B] the gas.
Gotta call my baby on the [F#] telephone.
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on [C#] home.
Six o'clock, at the mall, I'm a-comin' [F#] round.
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground.
If highs get itchy in the wee-wee hours,
I'm just a red ball rising over them refinery [B] towers.
Radio's damned up with [F#] gospel stations.
Lost souls call a long-distance [C#] salvation.
Hey, Mr.
D.J., won't you [F#] hear my last prayer?
Hey, her rockin' old lever's meetin' the wire.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee-down-down.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee [B]-down-down.
Key:
F#
B
C#
E
F#m
F#
B
C#
[E] _ [B] _ [F#m] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I gave baby clean and check, where there's lime blowin' out she's comin' like a [B] _ _ _ [F#] tox.
Heard new clutch, played in a new set of [C#] shots, took her down to the car wash, checked the clutch [F#] and points.
Well, I'm goin' after that, I'm gonna rock a joint.
Hurling off to Jersey, industry, the skyline, I'm a huss.
Covered ya, creepin' [B] through the night time.
Gotta find a gas station, gotta [F#] find a paintball, Mr.
Turnt, rock sure is spooky at night.
When you're all alone, [C#] I'm a mess, baby, I'm [F#] runnin' late.
It's me, Jersey, in the morning, like a lunar landscape.
_ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] Lost all dignity, so it's me on the night.
Take me to higher, so I get back to where [B] my baby lives.
My wee-wee hours, you'll have it.
[F#] Crazy radio, relayed tires, aren't you leading me to [C#] my baby?
Underneath the old work vest, we worked, [F#] party lights, good night, good luck.
One, two, our ship, I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at Darius.
Sixty-five, state [B] boy, frat, chicken on the front seat, the sisters in my [F#] lap,
we're wiping our fingers on a Texaco road [C#] map.
I remember Wanda, with the scrap metal [F#] hit with them big brown,
how's it make your heart stand still? _
_ Woo!
_ _ _ [B] _ _
Oh!
Yeah!
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] At 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast.
Make a pit stop, the windshield, check [B] the gas.
Gotta call my baby on the [F#] telephone.
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on [C#] home.
Six o'clock, at the mall, I'm a-comin' [F#] round.
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground.
If highs get itchy in the wee-wee hours,
I'm just a red ball rising over them refinery [B] towers.
Radio's damned up with [F#] gospel stations.
Lost souls call a long-distance [C#] salvation.
Hey, Mr.
D.J., won't you [F#] hear my last prayer?
Hey, her rockin' old lever's meetin' the wire.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee-down-down.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee [B]-down-down. _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I gave baby clean and check, where there's lime blowin' out she's comin' like a [B] _ _ _ [F#] tox.
Heard new clutch, played in a new set of [C#] shots, took her down to the car wash, checked the clutch [F#] and points.
Well, I'm goin' after that, I'm gonna rock a joint.
Hurling off to Jersey, industry, the skyline, I'm a huss.
Covered ya, creepin' [B] through the night time.
Gotta find a gas station, gotta [F#] find a paintball, Mr.
Turnt, rock sure is spooky at night.
When you're all alone, [C#] I'm a mess, baby, I'm [F#] runnin' late.
It's me, Jersey, in the morning, like a lunar landscape.
_ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] Lost all dignity, so it's me on the night.
Take me to higher, so I get back to where [B] my baby lives.
My wee-wee hours, you'll have it.
[F#] Crazy radio, relayed tires, aren't you leading me to [C#] my baby?
Underneath the old work vest, we worked, [F#] party lights, good night, good luck.
One, two, our ship, I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at Darius.
Sixty-five, state [B] boy, frat, chicken on the front seat, the sisters in my [F#] lap,
we're wiping our fingers on a Texaco road [C#] map.
I remember Wanda, with the scrap metal [F#] hit with them big brown,
how's it make your heart stand still? _
_ Woo!
_ _ _ [B] _ _
Oh!
Yeah!
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] At 5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast.
Make a pit stop, the windshield, check [B] the gas.
Gotta call my baby on the [F#] telephone.
Let her know that her daddy's comin' on [C#] home.
Six o'clock, at the mall, I'm a-comin' [F#] round.
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground.
If highs get itchy in the wee-wee hours,
I'm just a red ball rising over them refinery [B] towers.
Radio's damned up with [F#] gospel stations.
Lost souls call a long-distance [C#] salvation.
Hey, Mr.
D.J., won't you [F#] hear my last prayer?
Hey, her rockin' old lever's meetin' the wire.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee-down-down.
Hey, her latin dee-dat, dee [B]-down-down. _ _ _ _ _
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