Song | New York City Serenade |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
Album | The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Springsteen | |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
Billy he's down by the railroad tracks | |
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac | |
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact | |
As she falls so softly beneath him | |
Jackie's heels are stacked | |
Billy's got cleats on his boots | |
Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot | |
It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute | |
It's a mad dog's promenade | |
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all | |
Fish lady, oh 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' | |
I'm a young man, I talk it real loud | |
Yeah babe I walk it 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 train | |
But I know that she won't take the train, no she won't take the train | |
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train | |
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train | |
Oh she won't take the train, no she won't take the train | |
She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down | |
And when she turns this boy'll be gone | |
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on | |
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade | |
Any deeper blue and you're playin' in your grave | |
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the blues boy | |
Save your notes, don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy | |
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
He's singin', he's singin', he's singin' | |
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley | |
He's singin', singin', singin', singin' |
zuo ci : Springsteen | |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Billy he' s down by the railroad tracks | |
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac | |
Diamond Jackie, she' s so intact | |
As she falls so softly beneath him | |
Jackie' s heels are stacked | |
Billy' s got cleats on his boots | |
Together they' re gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot | |
It' s midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute | |
It' s a mad dog' s promenade | |
So walk tall or baby don' t walk at all | |
Fish lady, oh 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' | |
I' m a young man, I talk it real loud | |
Yeah babe I walk it 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 train | |
But I know that she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
She' s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down | |
And when she turns this boy' ll be gone | |
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on | |
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade | |
Any deeper blue and you' re playin' in your grave | |
Save your notes, don' t spend ' em on the blues boy | |
Save your notes, don' t spend ' em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy | |
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
He' s singin', he' s singin', he' s singin' | |
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley | |
He' s singin', singin', singin', singin' |
zuò cí : Springsteen | |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
Billy he' s down by the railroad tracks | |
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac | |
Diamond Jackie, she' s so intact | |
As she falls so softly beneath him | |
Jackie' s heels are stacked | |
Billy' s got cleats on his boots | |
Together they' re gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot | |
It' s midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute | |
It' s a mad dog' s promenade | |
So walk tall or baby don' t walk at all | |
Fish lady, oh 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' | |
I' m a young man, I talk it real loud | |
Yeah babe I walk it 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 train | |
But I know that she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
Oh she won' t take the train, no she won' t take the train | |
She' s afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down | |
And when she turns this boy' ll be gone | |
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on, walk on | |
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man, play me your serenade | |
Any deeper blue and you' re playin' in your grave | |
Save your notes, don' t spend ' em on the blues boy | |
Save your notes, don' t spend ' em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy | |
Straight for the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
Listen to your junk man | |
He' s singin', he' s singin', he' s singin' | |
All dressed up in satin, walkin' past the alley | |
He' s singin', singin', singin', singin' |