Noirsville Tune Of The Week

Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band's epic performance of "New York City Serenade," live at the Main Point, Bryn Mawr PA, 5 Feb. '75. From the boot "You Can Trust Your Car to the Man Who Wears the Star."

Springsteen "New York City Serenade" 

at the Main Point Feb. 1975

(album version lyrics)

Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks

Sitting low in the back seat of his Cadillac

Diamond Jackie, she's so intact

And she falls so softly beneath him

Jackie's heels are stacked

Billy's got cleats on his boots

Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway

And come back home with the loot

It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute, it's a mad dog's promenade

So walk tall

Or baby, don't walk at all

Fish lady, oh, fish lady, fish lady, she baits them tenement walls

She won't take corner boys, they ain't got no money, and they're so easy

I said, "Hey, babe, ah, baby, won't you take my hand, waltz with me down Broadway"

Whoa, mama, take my arm and move with me down Broadway, yeah

I'm a young man, I'm talkin' real loud, yeah, baby, walk it real proud for you

Ah, so shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away the city life

And hook up to the train, ah, hook up to the night train

Ah, hook it up, hook up to the, hook up to the train

But I know that she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train

No, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train

Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train

Oh, she won't take the train, no, she won't take the train

She's afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down

And when she turns, this boy'll be gone

So long

Sometimes you just gotta walk on

Walk on

Hey, vibes man, hey, jazz man, ah, play me a serenade

Any deeper blue, you'll be playin' in your grave

Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the blues boy

Save your notes: don't spend 'em on the darlin' yearlin' sharp boy

Straight from the church note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can

Listen to your junkman

Ah, listen to your junkman

Listen to your junkman

Oh, listen to your junkman

He's singin' (singin')

He's singin' (singin')

He's singin' (singin')

All dressed up in satin, walkin' down the alley (singin')

Singin', singin', sing, yeah, sing, yeah, singin', singin', singin', yeah, sing, yeah

(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah

(Singin', singin', singin') Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, yeah

Ah, shake it, downtown, watch it, oh, watch out for your junkman

Shake it, watch out, bah, ah, ah, watch out for your junkman

Ah, shake that guitar, shake that damn guitar, ah, watch out for your junkman

Ah, shake, talkin' 'bout it, ah, ah, come on, little girl

Watch out

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh, ah, yeah

Oh, huh, oh, huh

Shake that damn guitar

Ah, watch out for your junkman

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Watch out for your junkman

Uh, huh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, huh, huh, huh

Watch out for your junkman

Oh, watch out for your junkman