^GSylvia was working As a w^Caitress in Beaumont She said I^G'm moving away I'm gonna get what I w^Dant I'm t^Gired of these small town boys they d^Con't move fast enough I'm gonna f^Gind me one who wears a leather jacket And l^Dikes his living^G rough.

S^Go she saved her tips and overtime And b^Cought an old rusty car. She s^Gold most everything she had To make a brand new s^Dtart. She said I w^Gon't be needing these Silly d^Cresses and nylon hose 'Cause when I g^Get to where I'm goin' I'm gonna b^Duy me all new^G clothes.

T^G7he night's too l^Cong It just ^Gdrags on and on And then there's never ^Denough That's when the sun starts ^Gcoming up Do^G7n't let go of her ^Chand You just ^Gmig^Cht be the right man She^D loves the n^Cight, sh^De loves the^C night Doesn't want it to^G end.

Well she ^Gworks in an office now And she ^Cguesses the pay's all^Gright ^GShe can buy a few new things to wear And still go out at ^Dnight And as ^Gsoon as she gets home from work She wants to ^Cbe out with the crowd Where she can ^Gdance and toss her head back And ^Dlough out ^Gloud.

^GNow the music's playing fast And ^Cthey just met He presses ^Gup against her And his shirt's all soaked with ^Dsweat And with her ^Gback against the bar She can ^Clisten to the band And she's ^Gholding a Corona And it's ^Dcold against her ^Ghand.

T^G7he night's too l^Cong It just ^Gdrags on and on And then there's never ^Denough That's when the sun starts ^Gcoming up Do^G7n't let go of her ^Chand You just ^Gmig^Cht be the right man She^D loves the n^Cight, sh^De loves the^C night Doesn't want it to^G end.

Lucinda Williams - The nights too long