Little girl, I want to marry you I see you walking, baby, down the street Pushing that baby carriage at your feet I see the lonely ribbon in your hair Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there You never smile girl, you never speak You just walk on

I got high hopes Got high hopes Give me help, give me strength Give a soul a night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Monday morning runs to Sunday night Screaming slow me down before the new

On the streets of Philadelphia I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window and didn't know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away I walked the avenue, 'til my

Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail I thought I heard the captain say Tomorrow is our sailing day Soon as that boat cleared the bar He knocked me down with a spar Well if I'd been a rich man's son I'd sit on the

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work

Honey I'm tougher than the rest Well It's Saturday night You're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile Maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out Left somebody's heart in a mess Well if you're looking for love Some girls they want a

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

Adam raised a Cain (yeah) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh oh oh (hey) In the summer that I was baptized My father held me to his side As they put me into the water He said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was

I ain't ever gonna ride in no used car again My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the back seat sitting all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot For a test drive down Michigan Avenue Now my ma she fingers her