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Straight Time - Bruce Springsteen 

 

D11

Got out of prison back in '86 and I found me a wife 

                       G/B

Walked the clean and narrow 

               D11

just tryin' to stay out and stay alive 



Got a job at the rendering factory,  it ain't gonna make me rich 

                       G/B

In the darkness before dinner comes 

                D11

Sometimes I can feel the itch 

                  A7sus                     G 

I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line 

                         D11

I'm sick of doin straight time 

 



My uncles at the evenin' table makes his living runnin' hot cars 

                    G/B

Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says 

                                      D11

"Charlie, you best remember who your friends are." 

                  A7sus                     G

I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line 

                       D11

I ain't makin' straight time 

 

             G                     D11

Eight years in, it feels Iike your gonna die 

                      G                         D11

But you get used to anything sooner or later it becomes your life 

 



Kitchen floor in the evening, tossin' my little babies high 

                         G/B

Mary's smilin', but she watches me 

                  D11

out of the corner of her eye 



Seems you can't get any more than half free 

                         G/B

I step out onto the front porch

                           D11

And suck the cold air deep inside of me 

                A7sus                    G

Got a cold mind to go tripping cross that thin line 

                        D11

I'm sick of doin' straight time 



          G                         D11

In the basement, huntin' gun and a hacksaw 

                    G                          D11

Sip a beer, and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor 



 

Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands 

                        G/B

Lay my head down on the pillow 

                           D11

And, go driftin' off into foreign lands 







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