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INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Chant
Clarence Clemons
Clarence Clemons
Percussion
Danny Federici
Danny Federici
Orgue
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Basse
Stevie Van Zandt
Stevie Van Zandt
Guitare rythmique
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Production
Stevie Van Zandt
Stevie Van Zandt
Assistance de production
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Production
Jimmy Iovine
Jimmy Iovine
Ingénierie de prise de son
Chuck Plotkin
Chuck Plotkin
Ingénierie de mixage
Thom Panunzio
Thom Panunzio
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch And he rides with me from town to town We only run for the money, got no strings attached We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat Summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the street From the fire roads to the interstate Now some guys they just give up living And start dying little by little, piece by piece Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racin' in the street Tonight, tonight the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats We're calling out around the world We're going racin' in the street I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from L.A. I blew that Camaro off my back And drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes And she cries herself to sleep at night When I come home the house is dark She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right?" She sits on the porch of her daddy's house But all her pretty dreams are torn She stares off alone into the night With the eyes of one who hates for just being born For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels Rumbling through this promised land Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea And wash these sins off our hands Tonight, tonight the highway's bright Out of our way mister you best keep 'Cause summer's here and the time is right For racin' in the street
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