State Trooper

State Trooper
New Jersey Turnpike riding on a wet night
'Neath the refinery's glow out where the great black rivers flow
License, registration, I ain't got none
But I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done

Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Please don't stop me, please don't stop me
Maybe you got a kid, maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's been bothering me my whole life
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Please don't you stop me, please don't you stop me
In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers gonna lead me to my baby
The radio's jammed up with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk, till you lose your patience
Mister state trooper, please don't stop me
Whoa!
Whooo-whooo!
Hey, somebody out there, listen to my last prayer
Hi ho silver-o, deliver me from nowhere
Whoa!
Woooo
En una noche húmeda, Bruce Springsteen recorre la New Jersey Turnpike bajo el resplandor de la refinería, donde los grandes ríos negros fluyen. Sin licencia ni registro, pero con la conciencia tranquila por las decisiones tomadas...