Tom Waits
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Yeah, you gassed her up,
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You're behind the wheel
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Arm around your sweet one,
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In your Oldsmobile
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Barrelin' down the Boulevard,
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Looking for the heart of Saturday night.
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You got paid on Friday,
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Pockets a jinglin'.
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See the lights of town,
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You get all tinglin'
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As you cruisin' with a six pack,
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Just lookin' for the heart of Saturday night.
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Comb your hair, shave your face,
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Tryin' to wipe out every trace
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Of all the other days in the week.
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This will be the Saturday
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You're reachin' your peak.
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Stoppin' on red, goin' on green,
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Tonight will be like nuthin'
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That you've ever seen,
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As you're barrelin' down the boulevard,
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Looking for the heart of Saturday night.
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Is it the crack of the pool balls, (same as "comb your hair...")
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The neon buzzin'.
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The telephone's ringin',
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It's your second cousin.
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The barmaid's smilin'
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In the corner of her eye,
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The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye.
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Gotcha kinda quiverin'
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Down in the core;
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Dreamin' of them Saturdays
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That came before,
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That's found you stumblin',
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Stumblin' under the heart of Saturday night.
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Just stumblin' under the heart of Saturday night.
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(Lookin' For) The Heart Of Saturday Night
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
