Paroles de Incident On 57th Street
Bruce Springsteen
Spanish johnny drove in from the underworld last night with bruised arms and broken rhythm and 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 said, johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap.
And the pimps swung their axes and said, johnny, youre a cheater.
Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, johnny, youre a liar.
And from out of the shadows cam e a young girls voice, said: johnny dont cry.
Puerto rican jane, oh wont you tell me whats your name.
I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise aint so crowded and therell be action goin down on shanty lane tonight
All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight.
Goodnight, its alright, 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, oh she looked so fine
Like a late juliet she knew shed never be true but then she really didnt mind,
Upstairs a band was playin and the singer was singin something about going home,
She whispered, spanish johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just dont leave me alone.
And johnny cried, puerto rican jane, word is down the cops have found the vein.
Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods
Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes aint no good,
They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye.
Johnny was sittin on the fire escape watchin the kids playin down the
Street,
He called down, hey little heroes, summers long but I guess it aint 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 everyones 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, all they ever want to do is fight,
Those romantic young boys, theyre callin through the window:
Hey, spanish johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?
And johnny whispered, goodnight, its all tight jane,
Ill meet you tomorrow night on lovers lane
We may find it out on the street tonight now baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, baby.
Goodnight, its alright jane, Im gonna meet you tomorrow night on lovers lane,
We can find it out on the street tonight, baby,
Or we may walk until its daylight, maybe.
InterprèteBruce Springsteen
LabelSMI
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