Just the night birds and the drinkers remain
Early morning showdown at the imaginary saloon
Cowboys and Cowgirls
Junkies and beggars
The lonely and the desired
The hungry still get their fill
They'll let you smoke your smoke
Once they lock the door
And when they dim the lights
Hell, they'll let you have a piece of the surprise
If you like
Howlin' Wolf shadow boxes in the jukebox
On the other end of the ring
And Betty Lou has a new pair of blues
That she'll let you wear
But only if you love her
Until the sun holds her unselfishly
Same town with a different name
The ballerinas are doing the twist
High off of that Tennessee sour mash
Getting dirty in the dance hall
They drop their heroes
For the aimless wanderers
The hitchhikers
The adventure igniters
The pale horse and its riders
Maybe tomorrow or maybe today
Maybe the next set of lights
The flattop skids along the fresh summer asphalt
Ribbons fly and fall from strawberry curls
In a Chevy Bel Air
And the drunks sing their lullabies
They sing, they sing those lullabies
They sing them to the tune of "This Land Is Your Land"
And well, I believe it is
I believe it is
I believe it is
The Bop Fi's - Just The Night Birds Lyrics
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Just the night birds and the drinkers remain
Early morning showdown at the imaginary saloon
Cowboys and Cowgirls
Junkies and beggars
The lonely and the desired
The hungry still get their fill
They'll let you smoke your smoke
Once they lock the door
And when they dim the lights
Hell, they'll let you have a piece of the surprise
If you like
Howlin' Wolf shadow boxes in the jukebox
On the other end of the ring
And Betty Lou has a new pair of blues
That she'll let you wear
But only if you love her
Until the sun holds her unselfishly
Same town with a different name
The ballerinas are doing the twist
High off of that Tennessee sour mash
Getting dirty in the dance hall
They drop their heroes
For the aimless wanderers
The hitchhikers
The adventure igniters
The pale horse and its riders
Maybe tomorrow or maybe today
Maybe the next set of lights
The flattop skids along the fresh summer asphalt
Ribbons fly and fall from strawberry curls
In a Chevy Bel Air
And the drunks sing their lullabies
They sing, they sing those lullabies
They sing them to the tune of "This Land Is Your Land"
And well, I believe it is
I believe it is
I believe it is
Early morning showdown at the imaginary saloon
Cowboys and Cowgirls
Junkies and beggars
The lonely and the desired
The hungry still get their fill
They'll let you smoke your smoke
Once they lock the door
And when they dim the lights
Hell, they'll let you have a piece of the surprise
If you like
Howlin' Wolf shadow boxes in the jukebox
On the other end of the ring
And Betty Lou has a new pair of blues
That she'll let you wear
But only if you love her
Until the sun holds her unselfishly
Same town with a different name
The ballerinas are doing the twist
High off of that Tennessee sour mash
Getting dirty in the dance hall
They drop their heroes
For the aimless wanderers
The hitchhikers
The adventure igniters
The pale horse and its riders
Maybe tomorrow or maybe today
Maybe the next set of lights
The flattop skids along the fresh summer asphalt
Ribbons fly and fall from strawberry curls
In a Chevy Bel Air
And the drunks sing their lullabies
They sing, they sing those lullabies
They sing them to the tune of "This Land Is Your Land"
And well, I believe it is
I believe it is
I believe it is
Writer: Andrew Barker, Jerry Leger
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Leger Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Leger Music