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RACING IN THE STREET from Darkness On The Edge Of Town 


INTRO:  F  Dm  C  Bb
        F  Dm  C  Bb


        F
I got a sixty-nine chevy with a three ninety six
       Bb
Fuelie heads and a hurst on the floor
      Gm
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
            Bb
Outside the Seven-Eleven store
          F
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
       Bb
And he rides with me from town to town
        Gm
We only run for the money got no strings attached 
           Bb
We shut em up and then we shut em down


  F
Tonight tonight the strips just right
        Bb
I wanna blow em off in my first heat
Gm
Summers here and the time is right
    Bb
For racing in the street


   F
We take all the action we can meet
       Bb
And we cover all the North East states
         Gm
When the strip shuts down we run em in the streets
         Bb
From the fire roads to the interstate
    F
Now some guys they just give up living
          Bb
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
               Gm
Some guys come home from work and wash up
       Bb
And go racing in the street


  F
Tonight tonight the strips just right
        Bb
I wanna blow em all out of their seats
      Gm
We're calling out around the world
            Bb
We're going racing in the street


BREAK:  Eb  Cm  Bb  Ab
        Eb  Cm  F  Bb


  F
I met her on the strip three years ago
       Bb
In a Camero with this dude from LA
  Gm
I blew that Camero off my back
      Bb
And I drove that little girl away
               F
But now theres wrinkles round my babys eyes
        Bb
And she cries herself to sleep at night
     Gm
When I come home the house is dark
          Bb
She sighs baby did you make it all right
    F
She sits on the porch of her daddys house
    Bb
But all her pretty dreams are torn
    Gm
She stares off alone in to the night
                 Bb
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
            F
For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
Bb
Rumbling through this promised land
           Gm
Tonight my baby and me were gonna ride to the sea
    Bb
And wash these sins off our hands


  F
Tonight tonight the highways bright
           Bb
Out of our way mister you best keep
      Gm
Cause summers here and the time is right
    Bb
For racing in the street


OUTRO:  F  Bb  Gm  Bb...repeat to fade