Ray Wylie Hubbard - Here comes the night

^EStandin' on a corner, pocket full of hate ^ELookin' like a boy, feelin' like a man ^A Here come my baby in a two-tone Lincoln The ^Eway she looked at me, she knew what I was thinkin' ^B Foot hit the brakes and she opened the door ^E Slid in the seat and her foot hit the floor

We're ^Erollin' down the highway, headin' west ^EPuttin' the two-tone machine to the test We ^Agot no place to go, man we don't care We'll ^Eknow we're goin' when we get there I ^Bjust got paid, there's a smile on my face ^ESun's going down and everything's in place

^AEverything's in place, like it ought to be Got the ^Ehoney, got the time, got the weekend free My ^Bday job's nothin' but a memory ^E Here comes the night, my baby and me

^E Came to a dirt road, we took a right ^EKickin' up dust into the night We ^Asaw this little joint by the side of the road My ^Ebaby "Why not?" I said "Let's go" We ^Bmade a U-turn, we hit the parking lot ^E The time was right, the night was hot

My ^Ebaby held my hand, we walked through the door The ^Eband cranked it up, we hit the dance floor She ^Awas a-movin' like a fine machine ^E[?] you know what I mean ^B I looked at her with a smile on my face ^EWe was in love and everything's in place

^AEverything's in place, like it ought to be Got the ^Ehoney, got the time, got the weekend free My ^Bday job's nothin' but a memory ^E Here comes the night, my baby and me

^AEverything's in place, like it ought to be Got the ^Ehoney, got the time, got the weekend free My ^Bday job's nothin' but a memory ^E Here comes the night, my baby and me ^E Here comes the night, my baby and me