Song Description
small town Saturday night
Song Length |
6:26 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Subject |
Midnight, Night, General |
Similar Artists |
Dire Straits, Bruce Springsteen |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
THE SEVEN ELEVEN OVERTURE
It's Saturday night, the last one of the summer
The kids are out in force to make it count
The boys have spent all week polishing their fenders
To catch the lights as they drive through town
The girls are all decked out in tube tops and mascara
And those sandals with the six inch spikes
They wiggle like women but they giggle just like children
When the boys pull up to offer them rides
And standing at the corner of North Main and West Main Cross
Is the palace where everyone eventually gets off
To stock up for a long hot night
Here behind the counter of this Seven-Eleven
All night long I watch them come and go
See the parties in the parking lot
The young blood running fast and hot
If only it could ever be so
Soon enough they'll know
Coming through the walls is the growl of revving engines
The squeal of tires when the light has changed
The first one to Maple is the king of the world
Or at least the king of three blocks of North Main
Later they'll be parking out at the reservoir
The boys all working hard to close the deal
The girls will all be thinking does he really love me
Or does he only love the way it feels
And back out on the strip the loners and the losers
The freaks and the geeks, the stoners and the boozers
Are circling like moths to the light
Here behind the counter of this Seven-Eleven
All night long I watch them come and go
See the fistfights in the parking lot
The young blood running fast and hot
If only it could ever be so
Soon enough they'll know
Tomorrow is Sunday, the kids will all be kneeling
Dreaming of the night before
Jesus if you love me don't let her be pregnant
Please God can I do that some more
And the empty candy wrappers will be dancing in the breeze
While the front page of the paper says more troops killed overseas
And the sunshine is painfully bright
Here behind the counter of this Seven-Eleven
All day long I watch them come and go
Smell the pot smoke from the parking lot
The young blood running fast and hot
If only it could ever be so
I don't want to be the one to tell them
Soon enough they'll know