الأغاني:
38 Special Live At Sturgis

When the night winds down and my thoughts run deep And the Lord hangs a black cat moon As I lie awake I swear I heard a song in the wind In the southern

Its a hot night at the juke joint And the bands pumpin rhythm and blues Gonna spill a little rock and roll blood tonight Gonna make some front page news

Wake up with a call, throw my luggage in the hall Go down to the desk, pay for alcohol Jump into a car, hope we make the plane in time Smile for all

You see it all around you Good lovin' gone bad And usually it's too late when you, realize what you had And my mind goes back to a girl I left some years

fox, oh watch her walk She's a twentieth century fox, talk that talk She got designer jeans, so tight 'n blue Break out in a sweat when she looks at

Lately I'm learnin That so many yearnings are never to be The childhood illusions are merely delusions of a girl that I see In my minds eye I see clearly

Now some guys, they wanna run around. Playin loose, playin fast, out there in every town. But this guy, I'll be satisfied with that certain kind o' look