Straight Time Songtext
von Bruce Springsteen

Got out of prison back in ′86
And I found a wife
Walked the clean and narrow
Just trying to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering plant
It ain't gonna make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the itch

Got a cold mind
Go trippin′ 'cross that thin line
Sick of doing straight time

My uncle's at the evening table
Makes his living running hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill
Says "Charlie, you best remember who your friends are"

Got a cold mind
Go trippin′ ′cross that thin line
I ain't making straight time


Late cheers in
Feels like you′re gonna die
But you get used to anything
Sooner or later it just becomes your life

On the kitchen floor in the evening
Tossing my little baby's eyes
Mary′s smiling but she's watching me
Always out the corner of her eye
Seems you can′t get any more than half free
Step out onto the front porch
Suck the cold air deep inside of me

Got a cold mind
Go trippin' 'cross that thin line
Sick of doing straight time

In the basement
Hunting gun and a hacksaw
Sip of beer and thirteen
Inches of barrel drop to the floor
Come home in the evening
Can′t get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow and
Go drifting off into foreign lands