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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Acoustic Guitar
George Harrison
George Harrison
Electric Guitar
Jeff Lynne
Jeff Lynne
Background Vocals
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Saxophone
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Drums
Ray Cooper
Ray Cooper
Percussion
Roy Orbison
Roy Orbison
Background Vocals
Tom Petty
Tom Petty
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Traveling Wilburys
The Traveling Wilburys
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Bottrell
Bill Bottrell
Engineer
Don Smith
Don Smith
Engineer
George Harrison
George Harrison
Producer
Jeff Lynne
Jeff Lynne
Producer
Phil McDonald
Phil McDonald
Engineer
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Engineer

Lyrics

Tweeter and the Monkey Man Were hard up for cash They stayed up all night Selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop Who had a sister named Jan For reasons unexplained She loved the Monkey Man Tweeter was a Boy Scout Before she went to Vietnam And found out the hard way Nobody gives a damn They knew that they'd find freedom Just across the Jersey Line So, they hopped into a stolen car Took Highway 99 And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell The undercover cop Never liked the Monkey Man Even back in childhood He wanted to see him in the can Jan got married at 14 To a racketeer named Bill She made secret calls to the Monkey Man From a mansion on the hill It was out on Thunder Road Tweeter at the wheel They crashed into paradise They could hear them tires squeal The undercover cop pulled up and said "Every one of you is a liar If you don't surrender now It's gonna go down to the wire" And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell An ambulance rolled up A state trooper close behind Tweeter took his gun away And messed up his mind The undercover cop was left Tied up to a tree Near the souvenir stand By the old abandoned factory Next day, the undercover cop Was hot in pursuit He was taking the whole thing personal He didn't care about the loot Jan had told him many times "It was you to me who taught In Jersey, anything's legal As long as you don't get caught" And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell Some place by Rahway Prison They ran out of gas The undercover cop had cornered them, said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last?" Jan jumped out of bed, said "There's someplace I gotta go" She took a gun out of the drawer, said "It's best that you don't know" The undercover cop was found Face down in a field The Monkey Man was on the river bridge Using Tweeter as a shield Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl I knew him long before He ever became a Jersey girl" And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell Now the town of Jersey City Is quieting down again I'm sitting in a gambling club Called The Lion's Den The TV set was blown up Every bit of it is gone Ever since the nightly news showed That the Monkey Man was on I guess I'll go to Florida And get myself some sun There ain't no more opportunity here Everything's been done Sometimes, I think of Tweeter Sometimes, I think of Jan Sometimes, I don't think About nothing but the Monkey Man And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell And the walls came down All the way to hell Never saw them when they're standing Never saw them when they fell
Writer(s): Roy Orbison, Bob Dylan, Jeff Lynne, Tom Petty, George Harrison, Roy Kelton Orbison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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