I got a 69 Chevy with a 396. Fuelie heads and a hurst on the floor. She’s waiting tonite down in the parking lot, outside the 7-11 store. Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch and he rides with me from town to town. We only run for the money, got no strings attached, we shut ‘‘em up and then we shut them down. As much as I despise Springsteen, I gotta admit, he wrote some great songs.
A great song , these are my favorite lyrics. I kind of twist them a bit as motivation for running to stay healthy :
“Some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
And go racin’ in the street”
"As much as I despise Springsteen, I gotta admit, he wrote some great songs."
...except that everyone else knew that just putting Fuelie heads on a 396 in a nine-year-old rust bucket sled and bolting a Hurst shifter into a car that originally came with a column shifter wasn't going to beat anyone other than other broke dropouts in dead towns doing the same thing in their Chevelles or Novas they jammed a used 350 into.
Been there, saw that. It was like religion to mullet heads in dying areas of the country who had no future to aspire to.
Having Springsteen sing their hymns back to them only kept them in that state of mind, when they really needed someone to come along and tell them to snap out of it and quit celebrating decay and failure.