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The Heart of Saturday Night

Höfundur lags: Tom Waits Höfundur texta: Tom Waits Flytjandi: Tom Waits Sent inn af: cazteclo
[D]    [Bm]    [Em]    [A]    [D]    
Well, you [D]gassed her up
behind the wheel
With your [Bm]arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
[Em]Hailing down the Boulevard
You're [A]looking for the heart of [D]Saturday night

And you got [D]paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you [Bm]then see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're [Em]cruisin' with a six
And you're [A]looking for the heart of [D]Saturday night

Then you [G]comb your hair
[A]Shave your face
[D]Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
Of [G]all the other days
In [Em]the week you know that [A]this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the [D]red  
You're goin' on the green
'Cause to[Bm]night'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're [Em]barrelin' down the boulevard
[A]Lookin' for the heart of [D]Saturday night

Tell me is the [G]crack of the poolballs,
[A]neon buzzin?
[D]Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the [G]barmaid that's smilin'
from the [Em]corner of her eye?
[A]Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

[D]Makes it kind of quiver
down in the core
'Cause you're [Bm]dreamin' of them Saturdays
that came before
And now you're [Em]stumblin'
You're [A]stumblin' onto the heart of [D]Saturday night

Well, you [D]gassed her up
behind the wheel
With your [Bm]arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
[Em]Hailing down the Boulevard
You're [A]looking for the heart of [D]Saturday night

is it the [G]crack of the poolballs,
[A]neon buzzin?
[D]Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the [G]barmaid that's smilin'
from the [Em]corner of her eye?
[A]Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

[D]Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're [Bm]dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you [Em]stumblin'
[A]Stumblin' onto the heart of [D]Saturday night
And you're [Em]stumblin'
[A]Stumblin onto the heart of [D]Saturday night


Well, you gassed her up
behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Hailing down the Boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you then see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a six
And you're looking 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 barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs,
neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin'
from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it 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' onto the heart of Saturday night

Well, you gassed her up
behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Hailing down the Boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

is it the crack of the poolballs,
neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin'
from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

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