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Working On the Highway Written by - Bruce Springsteen From - Born In the U.S.A. Friday night's pay night Guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend Scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families Some looking to get hurt Some going down to Stovell Wearing trouble on their shirts I work for the county out on 95 All day I hold a red flag And watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture Of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this Working on the highway Laying down the blacktop Working on the highway All day long I don't stop Working on the highway Blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway Working on the highway I met her at a dance Down at the union hall She was standing with her brothers Back up against the wall Sometimes we'd go walking Down the union tracks One day I looked straight at her And she looked straight back Working on the highway Laying down the blacktop Working on the highway All day long I don't stop Working on the highway Blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway Working on the highway I saved up my money And I put it all away I went to see her daddy But we didn't have much to say 'Son can't you see That she's just a little girl She don't know nothing About this cruel cruel world' We lit out down to Florida We got along all right One day her brothers came and got her And they took me in a black and white The prosecutor kept the promise That he made on that day And the judge got mad And he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging On the Charlotte County road gang Working on the highway Laying down the blacktop Working on the highway All day long I don't stop Working on the highway Blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway Working on the highway |