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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Vocals
Max Weinberg
Max Weinberg
Drums
Roy Bittan
Roy Bittan
Piano
Garry Tallent
Garry Tallent
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Jon Landau
Jon Landau
Producer
Chuck Plotkin
Chuck Plotkin
Producer
Stevie Van Zandt
Stevie Van Zandt
Producer
Ed Thacker
Ed Thacker
Mixing Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Well, Jimmy Lee was hookin' 'round the far Turn of a funky southern Florida dirt track He had mud caked on his goggles And a screamin' 350 stacked up on his back Well, as he passed the stands, he's feelin' all tuckered out Down through the roar of his engine, he heard somebody shout "Stand on it, c'mon boy, stand on it" Mary Beth started to drift She hit the shift but she just couldn't get a hand on it Racin' some Red Hill boys She had the deed to the ranch and a grand on it With eight grand blowin' hot on the red line She blew past a hitchhiker out on Route 39 He hollered, "Stand on it, go 'head baby, 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 Well buddy, stand on it Well, if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl, go see a rock and roll band And stand on it Come on man, stand on it Well, now Columbus he discovered America Even though he hadn't planned on it He got lost and woke up one morning when he's about to land on it He wouldn't of got out of Italy, man, that's for sure Without Queen Isabella standing on the shore Shouting "Stand on it, go ahead man, stand on it" Yeah, well, when in doubt and you can't figure it out Buddy, stand on it Well, if your mind's confused You don't know what you're gonna do Then buddy, stand on it Well, if you've lost control of the situation at hand Go grab a girl, go see a rock and roll band And stand on it C'mon man, stand on it Bobby was leadin' the pack He settled back and he got ready for the long haul Well, fifty yards from the finish line Somebody roared up and they blew him into the wall Well, he rolled over twice, lucky to survive Layin' in the back of the ambulance, more dead than alive Somebody shouted, "Man, you call that drivin'? Why didn't you stand on it?" Oh, stand on it C'mon boy, stand on it C'mon man, stand on it C'mon boy, stand on it C'mon, let's stand on it C'mon man, stand on it C'mon, let's stand on it
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