Bruce Springsteen - Working on the Highway lyrics

Friday night's pay night
Guys fresh out of work
Talking about the weekend
Scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families
Some looking to get hurt
Some going down to Stovall wearing
Trouble on their shirts
I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and
Watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture
Of a pretty little miss someday, mister
I'm gonna lead a better life than this

Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway

I met her at a dance down at the union hall
She was standing with her brothers
Back up against the wall
Sometimes we'd go walking down
The union tracks
One day I looked straight at her
And she looked straight back so I'm

Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway

I saved up my money and I put it all away
I went to see her daddy but
We didn't have much to say
"Son, can't you see that she's
Just a little girl?
She don't know nothing about this cruel
Cruel world" we lit out down to Florida
We got along all right
One day her brothers came and got her
And they took me in a black-and-white
The prosecutor kept the promise that
He made on that day and the judge got mad
And he put me straight away
I wake up every morning to
The work bell clang
Me and the warden go swinging on
The Charlotte County road gang i'm

Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway

Working on the highway
Laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway
All day long I don't stop
Working on the highway
Blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway