Straight Time Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen

Got out of prison back in ′86
And I found a wife
Walk the clean and narrow
Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering plant
Well, it ain′t gonna make me rich
In the darkness before the dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch
I got a cold mind
I go trippin' cross that thin line
I ain't makin′ straight time
My uncle′s at the evening table
He makes his living runnin' hot cars
He slips me a hundred dollar bill
And says, "Charlie, you best remember who your friends are"
I got a cold mind
I go trippin′ cross that thin line
I ain't makin′ straight time
Well, each year's end
And it feels like you′re gonna die


But you get used to anything
Sooner or later, it just becomes your life
Kitchen floor in the evening
I'm tossin' my little baby′s eye
May smile, but she′s watchin' me
Always out the corner of her eye
Seems you can′t get
Can't get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch
And suck the cold air deep inside of me
I got a cold mind
I go trippin′ cross that thin line
I'm sick of doin′ straight time
In the basement
A hunting gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen
Inches of brown drop to the floor
I come home in the evening
I can't get the smell from my hands
I lay my head down on that pillow and
Go driftin' off in the farmland