Story 1982-08-08 Asbury Park, NJ
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08.08.82 Asbury Park, NJ, middle of ´Lucille´
´´Bring it down, boys….now, every night….I have a dream…..I get up out of bed…..and I go looking for my baby….I go looking for my girl….when the clock strikes midnight….I tear off the covers….and I put on my jacket….and I gotta go out on the prowl…..well, night after lonely night, my head don´t touch the bed, I´m on a two-lane blacktop cruising in my rocket sled, I´m on the prowl….I´m on the prowl….I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, yeah, I´m on the prowl….there´s only one thing that I´m certain every mile, mile, mile, keep searching, searching, searching for a wild, wild child, I´m on the prowl….I´m on the prowl…I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, I´m on the prowl…. they got a name for Dracula and Frankenstein´s son, they ain´t got no name now for this thing that I become, I´m on the prowl….I´m on the prowl….I´m looking for a gal, gal, gal, hey, hey, I´m on the prowl….I keep looking….I keep searching….I keep searching….I keep searching….only one thing that I´m certain every mile, mile, mile, I keep searching, searching, searching, searching….but every morning I ended up with the same thing…..I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight….. ´´

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