Stand On It - Bruce Springsteen

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Well, Jimmy Lee was hookin' 'round the far turn

Of a funky Southern Florida dirt track

He had mud caked on his goggles 
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And a screamin' three fifty stacked up on his back
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Well, as he passed the stands, he feeling all tuckered out
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when through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout
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Stand on it, come on, boy, stand on it


Mary Beth started to drift, she hit the shift

But she just couldn't get a hand on it

She was racin' some red hill boys
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She had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it
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With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line
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She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39
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He hollered, stand on it, come on, boy, stand on it 


Well, now when in doubt and you can't figure it out just stand on it

Well, if your mind's confused; you don't know what you're gonna do
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Well buddy, stand on it
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Well, if you've lost control of the situation at hand
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Go grab a girl; go see a rock 'n roll band
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And stand on it, come on man, stand on it

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Well now, Columbus, he discovered America

Even though he hadn't planned on it

He got lost and woke up one morning
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When he's about to land on it
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He wouldn't have got out of Italy, man, that's for sure
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Without Queen Isabella standing on the shore shouting
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Stand on it, go ahead, man, stand on it


Well, now when in doubt and you can't figure it out just stand on it

Well, if your mind's confused; you don't know what you're gonna do
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Well buddy, stand on it
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Well, if you've lost control of the situation at hand
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Go grab a girl; go see a rock 'n roll band
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And stand on it, come on boy, stand on it


Bobby was leadin' the pack, he settled back and he got ready for the long haul
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Well fifty yards from the finish line somebody roared up and they blew him into the wall
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Well he rolled over twice, lucky to survive
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Layin' in the back of the ambulance more dead than alive
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Somebody shouted "Man, you call that drivin'?
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Why didn't you stand on it" 


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