SMALL TOWN SATURDAY NIGHT
By: Wayne Brown
It’s Saturday night in my little hometown,
Money in my pocket; just cruising around
The engine’s a purrin’ in my ol’ forty-nine
Music playin’, foot on the floor keeping’ time
Crowds linger in places over here and there
The hop, the movie, the pool hall on the square
All with the purpose of making the scene
At one or the other; there’s no place between
Juke Box is blasting as the boys gather about
Waiting for the girls to get dressed and come out
Then the chase is on for yet one more time
To see what these women have on their mind
Billy’s got a malt; Johnny’s drinkin’ cola float
Both prefer beer but neither is old enough to vote
They’ll get their wants a little later in time
For now it’s what you got and walk the line
There’s cute little Sally drivin’ her daddy’s Ford
And ol’ Joe chasin’ after her fallin’ on his sword
Sweet Becky Taylor is a sight for sore eyes
One we’d all chase to win such a beautiful prize
The moon is climbing higher; westward it chases
Couples have paired up for the submarine races
Others still linger looking for Mr. or Miss right
It’s the ritual of courtship on a Saturday night
Midnight comes and now it is long gone
Looks like I’m left to just head home alone
The engine a purrin’ in my ol’ forty-nine
Music playin; foot on the floor keeping’ time
Some you win; some you lose; others get rained out
Same in most places when the cards are sorted ‘bout
A date, a movie, shootin’ pool or sometimes a fight
That’s the way it is on a small town Saturday night
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