Olycka på 57an

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night
With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite
He tried sellin’ his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they sighed, ”Johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap”
And the pimps swung their axes and said, ”Johnny, you’re a cheater”
Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, ”Johnny, you’re a liar”
And from out of the shadows came a young girl’s voice
Said, ”Johnny, don’t cry”
Puerto Rican Jane, oh, won’t you tell me what’s your name
I want to drive you down to the other side of town
Where paradise ain’t so crowded, there’ll be action goin’ down on Shanty Lane tonight
All them golden heeled fairies in a real bitch fight pull thirty-eights and kiss the girls goodnight

Oh, goodnight, it’s all right, Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe

Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves, ah, she looked so fine
And like a late Juliet she knew he’d never be true, but then she didn’t really mind
Upstairs a band was playin’, the singer was singin’ something about going home
She whispered, ”Spanish Johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don’t leave me alone”
And Johnny cried, ”Puerto Rican Jane, word is down the cops have found the vein”
Well, them barefoot boys, they left their homes for the woods
Them little barefoot street boys, they said homes ain’t no good
They left the corners, threw away all of their switchblade knives
And kissed each other goodbye

Johnny was sittin’ on the fire escape watchin’ the kids playin’ down in the street
He called down, ”Hey, little heroes, summer’s long, but I guess it ain’t very sweet around here anymore”
Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat; Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
And the sister prays for lost souls, then breaks down in the chapel after everyone’s gone
Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
She says, ”Those romantic young boys (those romantic young boys), all they ever want to do is fight”
Those romantic young boys (those romantic young boys), they’re callin’ through the window:
”Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?”
And Johnny whispered, ”Goodnight, it’s all tight, Jane
I’ll meet you tomorrow night on Lover’s Lane
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe”
Oh, goodnight, it’s all right, Jane
I’m gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover’s Lane
Ah, we can find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe
Ah, goodnight, it’s all right, Jane
I’ll meet you tomorrow night on Lover’s Lane
Now we may find it out on, on the street tonight, baby
Or we may have to walk until the morning light, maybe
(Goodnight, it’s all right, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s all right, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s all right, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s all right, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s all)

/ Bruce Springsteen – Incident On 57th Street

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