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(lucinda williams) |
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Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in beaumont |
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She said i'm movin' away, i'm gonna get what i want |
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I'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enough |
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I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' rough |
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So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car |
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She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start |
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She said i won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose |
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'cause when i get to where i'm goin' i'm gonna buy me all new clothes |
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The night's too long; it just drags on and on |
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And then there's never enough; |
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That's when the sun starts comin' up |
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Don't let go of her hand; |
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You just might be the right man |
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She loves the night; she loves the night |
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She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end |
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Don't want it to end. |
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She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right |
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She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night |
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And as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowd |
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Where she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud |
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Well the music's playin' fast and they just met |
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He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat |
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And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band |
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And she's holdin' a corona and it's cold against her hand |
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The night's too long; it just drags on and on |
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And then there's never enough; |
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That's when the sun starts comin' up |
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Don't let go of her hand; |
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You just might be the right man |
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She loves the night; she loves the night |
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She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end |
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Don't want it to end. |
