Standard tuning
Capo: 2
A D
I got a fifty-nine Chevy with a 396, Fuelie heads and a hurst on the floor
Bm D
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot outside the 7-11 store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
Tonight, tonight, the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the Northeast states
When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the streets
From the fireroads to the interstates
Now some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racing in the streets
Tonight, tonight, the strip's just right
I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world,
We're going racing in the streets
I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from LA
I blew that Camaro off my back
And I drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles round my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home, the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby, did you make it alright?"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shutdown strangers and hot rot angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Tonight, tonight, the highway's bright
Out of our way, mister, you best keep
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the streets