Needles On The Levy Lyrics

Indian motorcycles

Saturday night citations

Southern boys in rebel cars

And one pump stations

Starter pistol 'neath the quarter moon

The sound of engines revving

I was born in the springtime of the '67 Chevy

Oil cans in the creek bed

Radiators steaming

Falling stars and broken hearts

Blinded by the high beams

Busted belts and slipping clutches

Heroin on the levee

I was born in the springtime of the '67 Chevy

Well, I don't why I come back here

Just something to do with a couple of years

I had me a pretty girl back then

I always thought I'd see her again

Moonlight over water

Shadows on the porches

Slipping down the by-way

Idling the motor

Rock-n-Roll underneath the branches

Fire coming off the fenders

I was born in the springtime of the '67 Chevy

Well, I don't why I come back here

Just something to do with a couple of years

I had me a pretty girl back then

I always thought I'd see her again

Indian motorcycles

Saturday night citations

Southern boys in rebel cars

And one pump stations