#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#<br/> #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #<br/> #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #<br/> Received: from post-office.nevada.edu (post-office.nevada.edu [131.216.1.11]) by redrock.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with ESMTP id TAA00572 for ; Sun, 2 Jan 1994 19:18:41 -0800<br/> Received: from ucscb.UCSC.EDU (ucscb.UCSC.EDU [128.114.2.8]) by post-office.nevada.edu (8.6.4/8.6.4) with SMTP id TAA18329 for ; Sun, 2 Jan 1994 19:18:39 -0800<br/> Received: by ucscb.UCSC.EDU (5.65/1.34)<br/> id AA27901; Sun, 2 Jan 94 19:18:05 -0800<br/> Date: Sun, 2 Jan 94 19:18:05 -0800<br/> Message-Id: <br/> To: jamesb@nevada.edu<br/> Subject: /w/Lucinda.Williams/TheNightsTooLong.crd<br/> <br/> <br/> THE NIGHT'S TOO LONG (Lucinda Williams)<br/> ---------------------------------------<br/> [Actually in A; capo up 2 frets. Each chord is one measure]<br/> <br/> G G C C<br/> Sylvia was working as a waitress in Beaumont<br/> G G G D<br/> She said "I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I want<br/> G G C C<br/> I'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enough<br/> G G D G G<br/> I'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living rough"<br/> G G C C<br/> So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car<br/> G G G D<br/> She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start<br/> G G C C<br/> She said, "I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose<br/> G G D G G<br/> Cuz when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothes"<br/> <br/> C C G G<br/> The night's too long; it just drags on and on<br/> D D G G<br/> And then there's never enough that's when the sun starts coming up<br/> C D G C<br/> Don't let go of her hand; you just might be the right man<br/> D C D C<br/> She loves the night; she loves the night<br/> D C G C<br/> She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end<br/> G C<br/> Don't want it to end<br/> <br/> Well she works in an office now, and she guesses the pay's all right<br/> She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night<br/> And as soon as she gets home from work, she wants to be out with the crowd<br/> Where she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loud<br/> Well, the music's playing faster and they just met<br/> He presses up against her and his shirt's all soaked with sweat<br/> And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band<br/> And she's holding a Corona and it's cold against her hand<br/> <br/> The night's too long<br/> It just drags on and on<br/> And then there's never enough<br/> That's when the sun starts coming up<br/> Don't let go of her hand<br/> You just might be the right man<br/> She loves the night<br/> She loves the night<br/> She doesn't want the night, don't want it to end<br/> Don't want it to end<br/> Don't want it to end<br/> <br/> G C G C G C G C G C G C G C G C G .<br/> [instrumental]<br/> <br/> </div> </div> <div class="breadcrumbs"> Back to index / w / williams_lucin
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