Letra de Straight Time - Bruce Springsteen
Letra de canci�n de Straight Time de Bruce Springsteen lyrics
Got out of prison back in �86 and I found a wife
Walked the clean and narrow
Just tryin� to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering plant, it ain�t gonna make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch
I got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I�m sick of doin� straight time
My uncle�s at the evenin� table, makes his living runnin� hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill says
"Charlie you best remember who your friends are."
Got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I ain�t makin� straight time
Eight years in it feels like you�re gonna die
But you get used to anything
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Sooner or later it just becomes your life
Kitchen floor in the evening tossin� my little babies high
Mary�s smiling but she�s watching me out of the corner of her eye
Seems you can�t get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me
Got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I�m sick of doin� straight time
In the basement huntin� gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
Come home in the evening, can�t get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow
And go driftin� off into foreign lands
Walked the clean and narrow
Just tryin� to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering plant, it ain�t gonna make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch
I got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I�m sick of doin� straight time
My uncle�s at the evenin� table, makes his living runnin� hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill says
"Charlie you best remember who your friends are."
Got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I ain�t makin� straight time
Eight years in it feels like you�re gonna die
But you get used to anything
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Sooner or later it just becomes your life
Kitchen floor in the evening tossin� my little babies high
Mary�s smiling but she�s watching me out of the corner of her eye
Seems you can�t get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me
Got a cold mind to go tripping �cross that thin line
I�m sick of doin� straight time
In the basement huntin� gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
Come home in the evening, can�t get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow
And go driftin� off into foreign lands
