Title: Night Moves Artist: Bob Seger Composer: Bob Seger ================================
Was a little too tall could have used a few pounds Tight pants points hardly reknown She was a black~haired beauty with big dark eyes and points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy Out in the back seat of my sixty Chevy Working on mysteries without any clues
Working on our night moves Trying to make some front page drive~in news Working on our night moves in the summertime Hm hmm In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love oh no, far from it We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit We were just young and restless and bored Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could to the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me but neither one cared We were getting our share
Working on our night moves Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues Working on our night moves hmm hmm and it was summertime
Sweet, summertime summertime
And oh, the wonder We felt the lightning Yeah And we waited on the thunder Waited on the thunder
I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from nineteen sixty~two Ain't it funny how the night moves when you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves with autumn closing in
hmm hmm, hmm hmm
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