Whitetown Bruce Springsteen

Mary Ann on the avenue
Girl all dressed up in Kensington blue
Down where the hammer falls
She’s born and bred within Whitetown walls
Each and every day slowly passes away
From a passing car she hears the music play
Beneath the “El” she starts to sway
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown

Johnny’s trying to make his way
He’s got a job, mister it don’t pay
He sits and counts the scars
On a stool down the end of a Whitetown bar
And the old men here piss their lives away
Drinking and joking about their cop-fighting days
Ain’t no answers here, just the past and fear
Of spending the rest of your days
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown

In a dream salvation comes with a beat
Or the sound of breaking glass and running feet
The beat that echoes down through the streets
Mary Ann dances on
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown
Whitetown
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown
Down in Whitetown