作词 : Bruce Springsteen
作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
There's a place out on the highway
’cross the San Bernardino line
Where the truckers and the bikers gather
Every night at the same time
At seven the band comes in
And locals dance the night away
At Sleepy Joe's Café
I drive on down from the big town Friday
When the clock strikes five
As the red sun sets in the ocean,
I start to come alive
Summer girls in the parking lot
Slap on their makeup and they flirt the night away
At Sleepy Joe's Café
Joe came home in ’45
And took out a G.I. loan
On a sleepy little spot
And Army cook could call his own
He married May, the highway come in
And they woke up to find
They were sitting on top of a pretty little gold mine
Saturday night the lights are bright
As the folks pour in from town
Joe keeps the blues playin',
At the bar May lays the beers down
I come through the door
And feel the workweek slip away
See you out on the floor
And Monday morning's a million miles away
At Sleepy Joe's Café
Sleepy Joe's Café
Sleepy Joe's Café