Indian Motorcycles-Fred Eaglesmith

Indian motorcycles Saturday night citations Northern boys in southern cars And one pump stations Starter pistols 'neath the quarter moon The sound of engines revvin' I was born in the spring time of the '57 Chevy Oil cans in the creek bed Radiators steamin' Falling stars and broken hearts Lookin' for the high beams Busted belts and slippin' clutches V-8s on the levee I was born in the spring time of the '57 Chevy Well I don't know why I come back here Just somethin' to do with a couple of years I had me a purty girl back then I always thought I'd see her again Moonlight over water Shadows on the porches Slippin' down the alley way Idlin' the motors Rock-n-Roll underneath the streetlight Fire comin' off the fenders I was born in the spring time on the '57 Chevy Well I don't know why I come back here Just somethin' to do with a couple of years I had me a purty girl back then I always thought I'd see her again Indian motorcycles Saturday night citations Northern boys in southern cars And one pump stations