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(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night

Song Author Tom Waits Lyrics by: Tom Waits Performer: Tom Waits Submitted by: cazteclo
[D]Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm[G] around your sweet one, in your Oldsmobile
[Em7]Barrellin' down the boulevard,
y[A7]our lookin' for heart of Saturda[D]y Night.

And you got pai[D]d on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin'
And th[G]en you see the lights, you get all tinglin'
'Cause your cru[Em7]isin' with a 6,
And you're loo[A7]kin' for the heart of Saturda[D]y night.

Then you com[G]b your hair, shave [A]your face,
tr[D]yin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
[G]Of all the other days in the week,
you know that thi[Em7]s'll be the Saturday
You're rea[A7]chin' your peak.

St[D]oppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green,
'Cause to[G]night'll be like nothin' you've ever seen,
And you're bar[Em7]rellin' down the boulevard,
[A7]Lookin' for the heart of Sat[D]urday night.

[G]And tell me is it the crack of the[A] pool balls neon buzzin'
Te[D]lephone ringin'; it's you're second cousin.
Is it the bar[Em7]maid that smiles, from the corner of her eye
M[A7]agic of the melancholic tear in her eye.

Ma[D]kes you kind of quiver, down in the core
'Cause you're dre[G]amin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stum[Em7]blin',
you're st[A7]umblin' on to the heart of Saturday night.

[D]Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm[G] around your sweet one, in your Oldsmobile
[Em7]Barrellin' down the boulevard,
y[A7]our lookin' for heart of Saturda[D]y Night.

[G]And tell me is it the crac[A]k of the pool balls neon buzzin'
T[D]elephone ringin'; it's your second cousin.
Is it the ba[Em7]rmaid that smiles, from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholic tea[A7]r in her eye.

[D]Makes it kind of special, down in the core
'Cause your dre[G]amin' of them Saturdays, that came before
it's found you st[Em7]umblin', you're stumblin' on to the heart of Saturda[A7]y night.
And you're stumbl[Em7]in', you're stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday[A7] night.

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one, in your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
your lookin' for heart of Saturday Night.

And you got paid on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin'
And then you see the lights, you get all tinglin'
'Cause your cruisin' with a 6,
And you're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night.

Then you comb your hair, shave your face,
tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
Of all the other days in the week,
you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak.

Stoppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green,
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' you've ever seen,
And you're barrellin' down the boulevard,
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night.

And tell me is it the crack of the pool balls neon buzzin'
Telephone ringin'; it's you're second cousin.
Is it the barmaid that smiles, from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholic tear in her eye.

Makes you kind of quiver, down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin',
you're stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night.

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one, in your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
your lookin' for heart of Saturday Night.

And tell me is it the crack of the pool balls neon buzzin'
Telephone ringin'; it's your second cousin.
Is it the barmaid that smiles, from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholic tear in her eye.

Makes it kind of special, down in the core
'Cause your dreamin' of them Saturdays, that came before
it's found you stumblin', you're stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night.
And you're stumblin', you're stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night.

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