Bruce Springsteen — Whitetown

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