Lyrics Bruce Springsteen – Held Up Without A Gun

(One, two three!)
Hoah!
Turn it up!
Come on Steve!

I was out driving, just a-taking it slow
Looked at my tank, it was reading low
Pulled in an Exxon station out on Highway One
Oh yeah!
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun

Some damn fool with a guitar walks in off the street
Ain’t got nowhere to go, ain’t got nothing to eat
Man with a cigar says «sign here, son»
Watch out!
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun

(Whoah!)
(Oh!)
(Oh! Oh! Oh!)

Now it’s a sin and it oughta be a crime
You know it happens buddy all the time
Trying to make a living, trying to have a little fun
Look out!
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
Held up without a gun
(Oh!)