Incident On 57th Street - Bruce Springsteen

Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night 
With bruised arms and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick 
But dressed just like dynamite

He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street
But they said, "Johnny, it falls apart so easy and 
You know hearts these days are cheap"

And the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a cheater"
Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar"

And from out of the shadows 
Came a young girl's voice
Said, "Johnny don't cry"

Puerto Rican Jane, Oh, won't you tell me 
What's your name?
I want to drive you down to the other side of town 
Where paradise ain't so crowded 

There'll be action goin' down on Shanty Lane tonight
All the golden heeled fairies in a real bitch-fight 
Pull thirty-eights and kiss their girls goodnight

Ah, goodnight, it's alright, Jane
Now let them black boys in to light the soul flame
We may find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or we may walk until the daylight, maybe

Well, like a cool Romeo he made his moves
Oh, she looked so fine
Like a late Juliet she knew he'd never be true 
But then she really didn't mind

Upstairs a band was playin', the singer was singin' 
Somethin’ about going home
She whispered, "Spanish Johnny, you could leave me tonight
But, just don't leave me alone"

“Hey”! Johnny cried, “Puerto Rican Jane”
“Word is down the cops have found the vein”

Well, them barefoot boys they left their homes for the woods
Them, little barefoot street boys, they said homes ain't no good
They left the corners, threw away all their switchblade knives 
And kissed each other goodbye

Johnny was sittin' on the fire escape 
Watchin' the kids playin' down the street
He called down, "Hey little heroes, summer's long
But, I guess it ain't very sweet 
Around here anymore”

Janey sleeps in sheets, damp with sweat
Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on
And the Sister prays for lost souls 
Then breaks down in the chapel after everyone's gone

Jane moves over to share her pillow 
But opens her eyes to see Johnny up and putting his clothes on
She says, "Those romantic young boys” (Those romantic young boys)
“All they ever want to do is fight”
Those romantic young boys (Those romantic young boys)
They're callin' through the window
“Hey, Spanish Johnny, you want to make a little easy money tonight? "

And Johnny whispered, "Goodnight, it's all tight, Jane”
“I'll meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane”
“We may find it out on the street tonight, baby”
“Or, we may walk until the daylight, maybe"

Ah, goodnight, it's alright Jane
I'm gonna meet you tomorrow night on Lover's Lane
Aw, we can find it out on the street tonight, baby
Or, we may walk until the daylight, maybe

Ah, goodnight, it’s alright Jane
I’ll meet you tomorrow night on Lover’s lane
Now, we may find it out on, on the street tonight, baby
Or, we may have to walk until the morning light, baby, yeah

(Goodnight, it’s alright, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s alright, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s alright, Jane)
(Goodnight, it’s alright, Jane)