Night Moves

I was a lit tle too tall, could a used a few pounds.

Tight pants, points, hard ly re nown.

She was a black haired beau ty with big, dark eyes,

and points all her own, sit tin’ way up high,

way up firm and (F)high.

Out past the corn fields, where the woods got heav y,

out in the back seat of my (F)six ty Chev y,

work in’ on mys t’ries with out an y clues,

work in’ (D)on our (Em)night moves,

try’n’ to (D)make some front page, drive (D)in (C)news.

Work in’ (D)on our (Em)night moves

in the sum mer time.

Mm,

in the sweet

sum mer time.

We were n’t in love.

Oh, no, far from it.

We were n’t search in’ for some pie in the (F)sky sum mit.

We were just young and rest less and bored,

liv ing by the sword.

And we’d steal a way ev ’ry chance we could,

to the back room, to the al ley or the (F)trust y woods.

I used her, she used me, but nei ther one cared.

We were get tin’ our share,

work in’ (D)on our

And, (C)oh,

the (G)won der.

We felt the light ning.

Yeah,

and we wait ed on the thun der,

wait ed on the thun der.

I a woke last night to the sound of thun der.

How far off, I sat and won dered.

Start ed hum ming a song from nine teen six ty two.

Ain’t it fun ny how the (Em)night moves?

When you just don’t seem to (Em)have as much to lose.

Strange how the (Em)night moves,

with au tumn clos ing (G)in.

(G)Night moves.

(C)Night moves.