Needles On the Levy

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



Credits
Writer(s): Frederick Elgersma
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