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NITE MOVES G F C F G

Little too tall, could have used a few pounds Tight pants points, hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
Points on her own, sittin’ way up high

Way up firm and high

Out past the corn fields when the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my ’60 chevy
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues

CH{ Workin’ on our nite moves Em C
Tryin to make some front page drive in news Workin’ on our nite moves

And the summertime And the sweet summertime

We weren’t in love, oh no far from it
We weren’t searchin’ for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored Livin’ by the sword

We’d steal away every chance we could Back rooms, an alley, or trusty woods
I used here, she used me but neither one cared We were getting’ our share

CH{ Workin’ on our nite moves Tryin to loose the awkward teenage blues
Workin’ on our nite moves

It was summertime And the sweet summertime summertime

And oh the wonder We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962 Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to loose
Strange how the night moves…