Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here Comes The Night, artist - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Album song Lost Train of Thought, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.07.1991
Record label: Misery Loves
Song language: English
Here Comes The Night |
Standin' on a corner, pocket full of hate |
Lookin' like a boy, feelin' like a man |
Here come my baby in a two-tone Lincoln |
The way she looked at me, she knew what I was thinkin' |
Foot hit the brakes and she opened the door |
Slid in the seat and her foot hit the floor |
We’re rollin' down the highway, headin' west |
Puttin' the two-tone machine to the test |
We got no place to go, man we don’t care |
We’ll know we’re goin' when we get there |
I got paid, there’s a smile on my face |
Sun’s going down and everything’s in place |
Everything’s in place, like it ought to be |
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free |
My day job’s nothin' but a memory |
Here comes the night, my baby and me |
Came to a dirt road, we took a right |
Kickin' up dust into the night |
We saw this little joint by the side of the road |
My baby «Why not?» |
I said «Let's go» |
We made a U-turn, we hit the parking lot |
The time was right, the night was hot |
My baby held my hand, we walked through the door |
The band cranked it up, we hit the dance floor |
She was a-movin' like a fine machine |
you know what I mean |
I looked at her with a smile on my face |
We was in love and everything’s in place |
Everything’s in place, like it ought to be |
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free |
My day job’s nothin' but a memory |
Here comes the night, my baby and me |
Everything’s in place, like it ought to be |
Got the honey, got the time, got the weekend free |
My day job’s nothin' but a memory |
Here comes the night, my baby and me |
Here comes the night, my baby and me |