![[The Heart of Saturday Night]](/pics/heart_sa.gif)
Let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set em' up, we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress Baby I'll a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky All our scribbled love dreams are lost or thrown away Here amidst the shuffle of an overflowin' day Our love needs a transfusion let's shoot it full of wine Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin' in your line. So let's put a new coat of paint On this lonesome old town Set em' up, set em' up we'll be knockin' 'em down You wear a dress baby I'll wear a tie We'll laugh at that old bloodshot moon In that burgundy sky
I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long I never heard the melody, until I needed a song. I never saw the white line, 'til I was leaving you behind I never knew I needed you 'til I was caught up in a bind I never spoke 'I love you' 'til I cursed you in vain, I never felt my heartstrings until I nearly went insane. I never saw the east coast 'til I move to the west I never saw the moonlight until it shone off your breast I never saw your heart 'til someone tried to steal, tried to steal it away I never saw your tears until they rolled down your face.
Well you hate those diesels rollin' And those Friday nights out bowlin' When he's off for a twelve hour lay over night You wish you had a dollar For every time he hollered That he's leavin' And he's never comin' back But the curtain-laced billow And his hands on your pillow And his trousers are hangin' on the chair You're lyin' through your pain, babe But you're gonna tell him he's your man And you ain't got the courage to leave He tells you that you're on his mind You're the only one he's ever gonna find It's kind-a special, understands his complicated soul... But the only place a man can breathe And collect his thoughts is Midnight and flyin' away on the road. But you've packed and unpacked So many times you've lost track And the steam heat is drippin' off the walls But when you hear his engines You're lookin' through the window in the kitchen and you know You're always gonna be there when he calls 'Cause he's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can He's a truck drivin' man Stoppin' when he can
I'm leavin' my fam'ly
Leavin' all my friends
My body's at home
But my heart's in the wind
Where the clouds are like headlines
On a new front page sky
My tears are salt water
And the moon's full and high
And I know Martin Eden's
Gonna be proud of me
And many before me
Who've been called by the sea
To be up in the crow's nest
Singin' my say
Shiver me Timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
And the fog's liftin'
And the sand's shiftin'
I'm driftin' on out
Ol' Captain Ahab
He ain't got nothin' on me, now.
So swallow me, don't follow me
I'm trav'lin' alone
Blue water's my daughter
'n I'm gonna skip like a stone
So please call my missus
Gotta tell her not to cry
'Cause my goodbye is written
By the moon in the sky
Hey and nobody knows me
I can't fathom my stayin'
Shiver me timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
And the fog's liftin'
And the sand's shiftin'
I'm driftin' on out
Ol' Captain Ahab
He ain't got nothin' on me
So come and swallow me, follow me
I'm trav'lin' alone
Blue water's my daughter
'n I'm gonna skip like a stone
And I'm leavin' my family
Leavin' all my friends
My body's at home
But my heart's in the wind
Where the clouds are like headlines
Upon a new front page sky
And shiver me timbers
'Cause I'm a-sailin' away
Well these diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing And it's these late nights and this freeway flying It always makes me sing There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune He's pulling up fast on the right Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head He's wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed But there's fifteen feet of snow in the East Colder then a welldigger's ass And it's colder than a welldigger's ass Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back And the orange drive-in the neon billin' And the theatre's fillin' to the brim With slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin Metropolitan area with interchange and connections Fly-by-nights from Riverside And out of state plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line's on your mind The eights go east and the fives go north And the merging nexus back and forth You see your sign, cross the line, signalling with a blink And the radio's gone off the air Gives you time to think And you hear the rumble As you fumble for a cigarette And blazing through this midnight jungle Remember someone that you met And one more block; the engine talks Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' It whispers 'home at last' Whispers 'home at last' And there are diamonds on my windshield And these tears from heaven Well I'm pulling into town on the Interstate I got me a steel train in the rain And the wind bites my cheek through the wing Late nights and freeway flying Always makes me sing It always makes me sing (Hey look here Jack, ok)
Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday And your pockets are jinglin' And you see the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6 And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace All the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red You're goin' on the green 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' You've ever seen And you're barrelin' down the boulevard Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye? Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. Makes it kind of quiver down in the core 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up And you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrellin' down the boulevard, You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. Makes it kind of special down in the core And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumblin' Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
Friday left me fumblin' with the blues And it's hard to win when you always lose Because the nightspots spend your spirit Beat your head against the wall Two dead ends and you've still got to choose You know the bartenders They all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead You know the ladies I've been seeing off and on Well they spend your love and then they're gone You can't be lovin' someone who is savage and cruel Take your love and then they leave on out of town No they do Well now fallin' in love is such a breeze But its standin' up that's so hard for me I wanna squeeze you but I'm scared to death I'd break your back You know your perfume Well it won't let me be You know the bartenders all know my name And they catch me when I'm pulling up lame And I'm a pool-shooting-shimmy-shyster shaking my head When I should be living clean instead Come on baby Let your love light shine Gotta bury me inside of your fire Because your eyes are 'nough to blind me You're like a-looking at the sun You gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one Gotta whisper tell me I'm the one Come on and whisper tell me I'm the one
The evening fell just like a star Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain And I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find (Chorus) And we're always at each other's throats You know it drives me up the wall But most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me Baby I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams (Chorus)
Depot, depot, what am I doing here? Depot, depot, what am I doing here? I ain't coming, I ain't going My confusion is showing Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue I'm gonna paint myself blue At the depot I watch the taxis pull up and idle I can't claim title to a single memory He offered me a key 'Cause opportunity don't knock He has no tongue and she cannot talk You're gonna shuffle when you walk At the depot This peeping-Tom needs a peephole And an uptempo song To move me along When I find this depot baby I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do At the depot I'm on a roll just like a pool ball baby I'm gonna be there at the roll call maybe At the depot The depot
Tight-slacked clad girls on the graveyard shift 'Neath the cement stroll Catch the midnight drift Cigar chewing charlie In that newspaper nest grifting hot horse tips On who's running the best And I'm blinded by the neon Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon And the moon's a silver slipper It's pouring champagne stars Broadway's like a serpent Pulling shiny top-down cars Laramer is teeming With that undulating beat And some Bonneville is screaming It's way wilder down the street (Chorus) Hearts flutter and race The moon's on the wane Tarts mutter their dream hopes The night will ordain Come schemers and dancers Cherry delight As a Cleveland-bound Greyhound And it cuts throught the night And I've hawked all my yesterdays Don't try and change my tune 'Cause I thought I heard a saxophone I'm drunk on the moon
A cab combs the snake, Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare, And a solitary sailor Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers... Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents, And the last bent butt from a package of Kents, As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair. Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene" As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes And the Texaco beacon burns on, The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'... Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil" "You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil." The early mornin' final edition's on the stands, And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands. Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents, Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents, Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight, Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late. And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles, Leaving the town in a-keeping Of the one who is sweeping Up the ghost of Saturday night...
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