(lucinda williams)



Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in beaumont

She said i'm movin' away, i'm gonna get what i want

I'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enough

I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' rough



So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car

She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start

She said i won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose

'cause when i get to where i'm goin' i'm gonna buy me all new clothes



The night's too long; it just drags on and on

And then there's never enough;

That's when the sun starts comin' up

Don't let go of her hand;

You just might be the right man

She loves the night; she loves the night

She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end

Don't want it to end.



She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right

She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night

And as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowd

Where she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud



Well the music's playin' fast and they just met

He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat

And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band

And she's holdin' a corona and it's cold against her hand



The night's too long; it just drags on and on

And then there's never enough;

That's when the sun starts comin' up

Don't let go of her hand;

You just might be the right man

She loves the night; she loves the night

She doesn't want the night; don't want it to end

Don't want it to end.


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