Open All Night accords par
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen

N/A58 vues
5.0 (2)
Tonalité : F# major
Verse 1
Db
Db
Ebsus4
Ebsus4
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Well, I had the carburetor,
baby, cleaned and checked
With her line blown out she's hummin'
like a turbojet
Eb
Eb
Propped her up in the backyard
on concrete blocks
Bb
Bb
For a new clutch plate and
a new set of shocks
F
F
Took her down to the
carwash, check the plugs and points
Bb
Bb
Well, I'm goin' out tonight,
Verse 2
I'm gonna rock that joint
Bb
Bb
Early north Jersey industrial skyline
I'm a all-set cobra cobra jet creepin'
through the nighttime
Eb
Eb
Gotta find a gas station,
gotta find a pay phone
Bb
Bb
This turnpike sure is spooky at night
when you're all alone
F
F
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm running late
Bb
Bb
This New Jersey in the mornin'
like a lunar landscape
Eb
Eb
F
F
Verse 3
F
F
Bb
Bb
Now the boss don't dig me,
so he put me on the night shift
It takes me two hours to get back
Eb
Eb
to where my baby lives
In the wee wee hours
your mind gets hazy
Bb
Bb
Radio relays towers,
won't you lead me to my baby?
F
F
Underneath the overpass,
trooper hits his party light switch
Bb
Bb
Good night, good luck, one,
two power shift
Verse 4
Bb
Bb
I met Wanda when she was employed
Behind the counter at the
Route 60 Bob's Big Boy
Eb
Eb
Fried chicken on the front seat,
she's sitting in my lap
Bb
Bb
We're wiping our fingers
on a Texaco road map
F
F
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
Bb
Bb
With them big brown eyes that make
your heart stand still
Verse 5
Bb
Bb
Woo-hoo, woo!
woo!
Eb
Eb
Ha!
F
F
C'mon now, hey
Verse 6
F
F
Bb
Bb
Well at five A.M. oil pressure's
sinking fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield,
check the gas
Eb
Eb
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Bb
Bb
Let her know that her daddy's
coming on home
F
F
Sit tight, little mama,
I'm a-coming 'round
'round
Bb
Bb
I got a-three more more hours but
I'm covering ground
Verse 7
Bb
Bb
Your eyes get itchy in the
wee wee hours
Sun's just a red ball rising over
them refinery towers
Eb
Eb
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Bb
Bb
Lost souls calling long distance salvation
F
F
Hey mister deejay won't you
hear my last prayer?
Bb
Bb
Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver
me from nowhere
Verse 8
Bb
Bb
Hey da da di da, di da da
Oh hey da da di da, di da da
Eb
Eb
Oh hey da da di da, di da da
Oh hey da da

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AccordsDb Ebsus4 Eb Bb F