Open All Night
I had the carburetor cleaned and checked
With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the car wash, check the plugs and the points
I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey industrial skyline
I'ma set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gonna find a gas station, gonna find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin' is like a lunar landscape
The boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift
It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee-wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you take me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits a party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one, two, power shift
I met Wanda when she was unemployed
Behind the counter at the Route 60, Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes that'll make your heart stand still
5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' round
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee-wee hours
She's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey, Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey-ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere
Deliver me from nowhere
With her line blown out, she's hummin' like a turbojet
Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks
For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks
Took her down to the car wash, check the plugs and the points
I'm goin' out tonight, I'm gonna rock that joint
Early North Jersey industrial skyline
I'ma set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime
Gonna find a gas station, gonna find a payphone
This turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone
Gotta hit the gas, baby, I'm runnin' late
This New Jersey in the mornin' is like a lunar landscape
The boss don't dig me, so he put me on the night shift
It takes me two hours to get back to where my baby lives
In the wee-wee hours, your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers, won't you take me to my baby?
Underneath the overpass, trooper hits a party light switch
Goodnight, good luck, one, two, power shift
I met Wanda when she was unemployed
Behind the counter at the Route 60, Bob's Big Boy
Fried chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap
We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap
I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill
With them big brown eyes that'll make your heart stand still
5 a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy's comin' home
Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' round
I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee-wee hours
She's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers
Radio's jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls callin' long distance salvation
Hey, Mr. DJ, won't you hear my last prayer?
Hey-ho, rock 'n' roll, deliver me from nowhere
Deliver me from nowhere
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Child, Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora
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