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Racing in the Streets


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Standard tuning Capo: 2 A D I got a fifty-nine Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a hurst on the floor Bm D She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot outside the 7-11 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 racing in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the Northeast states When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the streets From the fireroads to the interstates 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 racing in the streets Tonight, tonight, the strip's just right I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats Calling out around the world, We're going racing in the streets I met her on the strip three years ago In a Camaro with this dude from LA I blew that Camaro off my back And I drove that little girl away But now there's wrinkles round 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 alright?" 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 shutdown strangers and hot rot 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 Summer's here and the time is right For racing in the streets


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