(lucinda williams)
Sylvia was workin as a waitress in beaumont
She said Im movin away, Im gonna get what I want
Im tired of these small-town boys that dont move fast enough
Im 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 wont be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
cause when I get to where Im goin Im gonna buy me all new clothes
The nights too long; it just drags on and on
And then theres never enough;
Thats when the sun starts comin up
Dont let go of her hand;
You just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesnt want the night; dont want it to end
Dont 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 musics playin fast and they just met
He presses up against her and his shirts all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
And shes holdin a corona and its cold against her hand
The nights too long; it just drags on and on
And then theres never enough;
Thats when the sun starts comin up
Dont let go of her hand;
You just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesnt want the night; dont want it to end
Dont want it to end.