Lucinda Williams — The Night's Too Long
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Sylvia was working as a waitress in Beaumont
She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"
So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
Cuz when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"
The night's too long; it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough that's when the sun starts coming up
Don't let go of her hand; you just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
Well she works in an office now, and she guesses the pay's all right
She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
And as soon as she gets home from work, she wants to be out with the crowd
Where she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loud
Well, the music's playing faster and they just met
He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
And she's holding a Corona and it's cold against her hand
The night's too long
It just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts coming up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man
She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want
I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough
I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"
So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car
She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start
She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose
Cuz when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"
The night's too long; it just drags on and on
And then there's never enough that's when the sun starts coming up
Don't let go of her hand; you just might be the right man
She loves the night; she loves the night
She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
Well she works in an office now, and she guesses the pay's all right
She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night
And as soon as she gets home from work, she wants to be out with the crowd
Where she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loud
Well, the music's playing faster and they just met
He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat
And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band
And she's holding a Corona and it's cold against her hand
The night's too long
It just drags on and on
And then there's never enough
That's when the sun starts coming up
Don't let go of her hand
You just might be the right man
She loves the night
She loves the night
She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
Don't want it to end
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Sounds way too much like The Pretender (Jackson Browne)...
I think this song tells an amazing story, much known to my climate down here in the south.
We mock what we don't understand.
We mock what we don't understand.
Horrible, horrible country music.
glassman wrote:
I don’t think this song is at all
garbage country
I don’t think this song is at all
garbage country
As someone who played Car Wheels WAY too much, I find I can't help pressing PSD on anything else she's done...
turnpike wrote:
Maybe - just 4 years earlier. Like (hopefully) Lurleen, Lucinda ended up "making it."
Gawd, it's Lurleen Lumpkin. W'hail it gurl.
Maybe - just 4 years earlier. Like (hopefully) Lurleen, Lucinda ended up "making it."
turnpike wrote:
Gawd, it's Lurleen Lumpkin. W'hail it gurl.
Gawd, it's Lurleen Lumpkin. W'hail it gurl.
I liked the part about Beaumont. I think I know this girl.
I'm a big fan of Lucinda Williams, but I'm gonna have to go with not rating this one. Why?
Too much country, not enough alt.
Too much country, not enough alt.
Skydog wrote:
just hang in there music full of droning synthesizers that just ramble on aimlessly will return shortly
lol... we must accept the good with the bad (which ever way you swing) on eclectic radio.
just hang in there music full of droning synthesizers that just ramble on aimlessly will return shortly
lol... we must accept the good with the bad (which ever way you swing) on eclectic radio.
Shmelo wrote:
just hang in there music full of droning synthesizers that just ramble on aimlessly will return shortly
Horrible!
Whiny dreck draped over trite melodies. Absolute garbage.
Whiny dreck draped over trite melodies. Absolute garbage.
just hang in there music full of droning synthesizers that just ramble on aimlessly will return shortly
F%$#& Sh&^%$ loser country!!
Horrible!
Whiny dreck draped over trite melodies. Absolute garbage.
Whiny dreck draped over trite melodies. Absolute garbage.
sarah_mae wrote:
but dear sarah_mae weren't you just a wee little one in the 80's? (Lucinda is fabulous for all imo : )
Wish I had heard this in the 80s!
but dear sarah_mae weren't you just a wee little one in the 80's? (Lucinda is fabulous for all imo : )
Finally! A real country song! George would be proud.
Wish I had heard this in the 80s!
yes, I agree : )
Goddess