(Lucinda Williams)
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Sylvia was workin' as a waitress in Beaumont
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She said I'm movin' away, I'm gonna get what I want
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I'm tired of these small-town boys that don't move fast enough
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I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin' 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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'Cause when I get to where I'm goin' 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;
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That's when the sun starts comin' 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; 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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She works in an office now and she guesses the pays 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 hair back and laugh out loud
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Well the music's playin' fast 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 holdin' a Corona and it's cold against her hand
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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;
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That's when the sun starts comin' 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; 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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The Night's Too Long
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Patty Loveless |