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Bruce Springsteen |
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The Wild The Innocent & E St. Shuffle |
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Incident On 57th Street |
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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, |
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He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on easy street, |
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But they said, "johnny, it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap." |
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And the pimps swung their axes and said, "johnny, you're a cheater." |
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Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "johnny, you're a liar." |
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And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice, said: "johnny don't cry." |
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Puerto rican jane, oh won't you tell me what's your name. |
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I want to drive you down to the other side of town where paradise ain't so crowded and there'll be action goin' down on shanty lane tonight |
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All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight. |
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Goodnight, it's alright, jane |
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Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame, |
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We may find it out on the street tonight, baby, |
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Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe. |
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Well, like a cool romeo he made his moves, oh she looked so fine |
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Like a late juliet she knew she'd never be true but then she really didn't mind, |
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Upstairs a band was playin' and the singer was singin' something about going home, |
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She whispered, "spanish johnny, you can leave me tonight, but just don't leave me alone." |
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And johnny cried, "puerto rican jane, word is down the cops have found the vein." |
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Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods |
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Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain't no good, |
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They left the corners, threw away their switchblade knives and kissed each other goodbye. |
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Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape watchin' the kids playin' down the |
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Street, |
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He called down, "hey little heroes, summer's long but i guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore, |
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Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, |
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And the sister prays for lost souls then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone. |
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Jane moves over to share her pillow but opens her eyes to see johnny up and putting his clothes on, |
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She says, "those romantic young boys, all they ever want to do is fight, |
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Those romantic young boys, they're callin' through the window: |
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Hey, spanish johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight?" |
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And johnny whispered, "goodnight, it's all tight jane, |
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I'll meet you tomorrow night on lover's lane |
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We may find it out on the street tonight now baby |
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Or we may walk until the daylight, baby." |
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Goodnight, it's alright jane, i'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on lover's lane, |
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We can find it out on the street tonight, baby, |
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Or we may walk until it's daylight, maybe. |
