finally had to up and close the store All the boys were getting ready to fight Betty Lou's gettin' out tonight Betty Lou's gettin' out tonight Betty Lou's gettin' out tonight
I take my card and I stand in line To make a buck I work overtime Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail I work my back till it's racked with pain The
heartland I'll be there nine tonight nine tonight nine tonight Can't wait for nine tonight nine tonight nine tonight I'll be there nine tonight ooh, nine tonight nine tonight
and roll never forgets Oh the bands still playing it loud and lean Listen to the guitar player making it scream All you got to do is just make that scene tonight Heh tonight
Words and music by bob seger Here comes old rosie she's looking mighty fine Here comes hot nancy she's steppin' right on time There go the street lights
Vertaling: Seger, Bob. Nege Tonight.
for nine tonight nine tonight nine tonight I'll be there nine tonight ooh, nine tonight nine tonight She might be my baby She might be mine - tonight Nine tonight nine tonight nine tonight
I used to smoke five packs of cigarettes a day It was the hardest thing to put them away I drank four or five bottles of wine I kept a glass in my hand
A gypsy wind is blowing warm tonight The sky is starlit and the time is right And still you're tellin' me you have to go Before you leave there's something
Just take those old records off the shelf I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself Today's music aln 't got the same soul I like that old time rock 'n' roll
It seems like yesterday But it was long ago Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio playlng low And the
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All the way to Fire Lake Who wants
I was a little too tall Could've used a few pounds Tight pants points hardly reknown She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all
She's totally committed To major independence But she's a lady through and through She gives them quite a battle All that they can handle She'll bruise
Vegas happens in Moline On the blue blood streets of Boston Up in Berkeley and out in Queens And it went on yesterday and it's going on tonight Somewhere
In the heat of the day, down in Mobile, Alabama Workin' on the railroad with a steel drivin' hammer Tryin' to get some money, get some brand new shoes
I take my card and I stand in line To make a buck I work overtime Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail I work my back till it's racked with pain
