Sylvia was working as a waitress in Beaumont
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She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want
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I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough
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I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"
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So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
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She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
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She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
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Cuz when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"
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The night's too long; it just drags on and on
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And then there's never enough that's when the sun starts coming up
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Don't let go of her hand; you just might be the right man
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She loves the night; she loves the night
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She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
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Don't want it to end
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Well she works in an office now, and she guesses the pay's all right
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She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
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And as soon as she gets home from work, she wants to be out with the crowd
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Where she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loud
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Well, the music's playing faster and they just met
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He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat
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And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
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And she's holding a Corona and it's cold against her hand
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The night's too long
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It just drags on and on
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And then there's never enough
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That's when the sun starts coming up
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Don't let go of her hand
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You just might be the right man
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She loves the night
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She loves the night
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She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
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Don't want it to end
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Don't want it to end
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The Night's Too Long
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| Lucinda Williams |
