Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about Now there goes the neighborhood Photo chick made to look sickly Is standin' in her panties in the shower She plays the guitar
change Some people like to fly around first class But a Greyhound bus goes pretty danged fast Been a whole lot of times when times were lean A big night out was the Dairy Queen
ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar To think of them, all alone in the dark So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen She
the bar, she heard my guitar She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all Last night, thinking about last night Last night, thinking about last night
Christine was the Queen of Teens She sang into the shadows to be free Always lookin' for something beautiful To sing to When school nights kept her in
U.S. Bite his nails Practice scales Metronome plays all night and day I go out for tea and the flamenco came But go Well it's always night Well it's always night
Baby, you're the queen Man, when push comes to shove When it comes down to love You're a horse But in the middle of the night When the moon is shining
playin' the blues goodtime ladies're makin' their moves Counting the neon blow no one's alone So make mine night time... [ guitar ] Make mine night time... I say make mine night
in the subway, we'd huddle up and laugh When we missed the last bus home, we'd just sit there all night And we'd play guitars until the night-time passed
you, verb'll straight serve you Day to night, we keep it tight like a girdle Nine to five, y'all should make it your job to Keep Queen Pen close to your
Drivin' down the road again, a highway that never ends Takin' naps in my old car, singin' in guitar bars Killin' time with cafe queens and truckers playin
woman's over there You I've searched the whole world over, I can't find my lover no where. At the Filmore West, I looked around one night I saw a guy
They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back They burned down Troy to get you back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby
But I haven't got the answers And you play your games Better than I play my guitar When you run around the town They ask what to call you A dream queen
guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into church bells, fill up the allies Lovers entwine in the heat of the night
I heard a song 'bout a ramblin' man Bought a guitar and I started a band I got a gig at the local Am Vet I was gone and I ain't back yet '69 bored, out
Billy Bovine He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend of mine And now I'm sittin' home just countin' the stars I got close but no guitar I got close but no guitar
Her I.D., says she's 21 But she's just 17 Her apron says Mary But her real name is Jean She's working cleaning tables off At the local Dairy Queen And