Out In The Street (Live)

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