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Bruce Springsteen - New York City Serenade (Rome 7/11/13)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Sancious
David Sancious
Piano
Vini Lopez
Vini Lopez
Drums
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Background Vocals
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Background Vocals
Richard Blackwell
Richard Blackwell
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Sancious
David Sancious
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim Cretecos
Jim Cretecos
Producer
Mike Appel
Mike Appel
Producer
Louis Lahav
Louis Lahav
Engineer

Lyrics

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, fish lady She baits them tenement walls She won't take corner boys They got no money and they're so easy I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby won't you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway? Well, mama take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah" I'm a young man, I'm talking real loud Yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you Ah, so shake it away So shake away your street life Shake away the city life And hook up to the train Oh, hook up to the night train Ah, hook it up, hook up to the 'Hook' up to the train But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train No, 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 Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man Ah, play me a serenade Any deeper blue You'll be 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 Oh, listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Oh, listen to your junk man He's singin' (singin') He's singin' (singin') He's singin' (singin') All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin') Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah Singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah (singin', singin', singin') Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh Watch out for your junk man Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah Watch out for your junk man Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah Watch out for your junk man Ah, shake, talkin' about it, ah, ah, come on, little girl, watch out Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, ah, yeah Oh, huh, oh, huh Shake that damn guitar Ah, watch out for your junk man Watch out for your junk man Uh, huh, uh, uh Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh Watch out for your junk man Watch out to your junk man
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