Bruce Springsteen

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A     F#m               Bm            D
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
    A               F#m              Bm     D
Sitting low in the back seat of his cadillac
A        F#m         Bm      D
Diamond Jackie she's so intact
        A        F#m      Bm      D
As she falls so softly beneath him
         Bm
Jackie's heels are stacked
             F#m
Billy's got cleats on his boots
                  Bm
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway
              F#m
And come back home with their loot
     Bm
It's midnight in Manhattan
            D
This is no time to get cute
            E
It's a mad dog's promenade
         A  F#m  Bm
So walk tall
         D               A F#m Bm D
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 ain't got no money
And they're so easy
I said, "Hey, baby won't you take my hand?
Walk with me down Broadway
Well mama, take my arm and move with me
down Broadway," yeah
I'm a young man, I talk real loud
Yeah babe, I walk real proud for you
Ah, so shake it away
So shake away your street life
Shake away your city life
Hook up to the train
And hook up to the night train
Hook it up
Hook up to the, hook up to the train
Ah, hook up to the night train

But I know that she...

Bm
Won't take the train
         F#m
(No, she won't take the train)
        Bm
No, she won't take the train
         F#m
(No, she won't take the train)
        Bm
Oh, she won't take the train
         F#m
(No, she won't take the train)
        Bm
Oh, she won't take the train
         F#m
(No, she won't take the train)
          D
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down
              E
And when she turns this boy'll be gone
    A   F#m
So long
    Bm              D         A F#m Bm D
Sometimes you just gotta walk on

Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, aw,
play me a serenade
Any deeper blue and you're playing in your grave
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darling
yearling sharp boy
Straight for the church note ringing, vibes man
sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man
Aw, listen to your junk man
Listen to your junk man
Oh, listen to your junk man
He's singing (Singing)
He's singing (Singing)
He's singing (Singing)
All dressed up in satin, walking past the alley
(Singing)
He's singing, singing, singing, singing
Singing, singing, singing, singing

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah
(Singing, singing, singing)
Oh, oh, ooh, ooh
Oh yeah
Watch I'ma be a junk man
Oh, watch I'ma be a junk man
Come on, little girl
Won't ya?
Watch I'ma be a junk man