Out in the Street

Album: The River (1980)
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  • 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, oh oh oh oh oh
    I walk the way I want to walk
    When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
    I talk the way I want to 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, oh oh oh oh oh
    I walk the way I want to walk
    When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
    I talk the way I want to 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, oh oh oh oh oh
    I walk the way I want to walk
    When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
    I talk the way I want to talk

    When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
    Pretty girls, they're all passing by
    When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
    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
    Yeah, meet me out in the street
    Meet me out in the street, woah oh
    Ah, meet me out in the street
    Oh meet me out in the street
    Oh meet me out in the street
    Meet me out in the street
    Oh darlin' out in the street
    Meet me out in the street
    Oh, meet me out in the street
    Meet me out in the street
    Oh darlin' out in the street Writer/s: Bruce Springsteen
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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  • Pearson Hamm from GeorgiaThis song is awesome! Bruce is singing about after a hard days work he’s ready to meet his girlfriend out in the street and take her to a party nearby and see all the people passing them by
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