Out In The Street Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen
Put on your best dress baby And darlin', fix your hair up right Cause there's a party, honey Way down beneath the neon lights All day you've been working that hard line Now tonight you're gonna have a good time
I work five days a week girl Loading crates down on the dock I take my hard earned money And meet my girl down on the block And Monday when the foreman calls time I've already got Friday on my mind
When that whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street
When I'm out in the street, girl Well, I never feel alone When I'm out in the street, girl In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by And they watch us from the corner of their eye
But there ain't no doubt girl, down here We ain't gonna take what they're handing out When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you
When the whistle blows Girl, I'm down the street I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes When I'm out in the street I walk the way I wanna walk When I'm out in the street I talk the way I wanna talk
When I'm out in the street Pretty girls, they're all passing by When I'm out in the street From the corner, we give them the eye
Baby, out in the street I just feel all right Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight Meet me out in the street Meet me out in the street