(Bruce Springsteen) I got a dollar in my pocket There ain't a cloud up above I got a picture in my locket That says, baby I love you Well if you didn't look then boys The fellas don't go lookin' now Well here she comes a-walkin' All that heaven will allow Say hey there mister bouncer Now all I wanna do is dance But I swear I left my wallet Back home in my working pants C'mon Slim, slip me in man I'll make it up to you somehow I can't be late, I got a date With all that heaven will allow Rain and storm and dark skies Well now they don't mean a thing If you got a girl that loves you And who wants to wear your ring So c'mon mister trouble We'll make it through you somehow We'll fill this house with all the love All that heaven will allow Rain and storm and dark skies Well now they don't mean a thing If you got a girl that loves you And who wants to wear your ring So c'mon mister trouble We'll make it through you somehow We'll fill this house with all the love All that heaven will allow Now some may die young man Young and gloriously Get it straight now mister Hey buddy, that ain't me 'cause I got something on my mind, yeah That sets me straight and walkin' proud And I want all the time All that heaven will allow And I want all the time All that heaven will allowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
