The Night`s Too Long

<br>Sylvia was workin` as a waitress in Beaumont<br>She said I`m movin` away, I`m gonna get what I want<br>I`m tired of these small-town boys that don`t move fast enough<br>I`m gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his livin` rough<br><br>So she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty car<br>She sold most everything she had to make a brand new start<br>She said I won`t be needing these silly dresses and nylon hose<br>`Cause when I get to where I`m goin` I`m gonna buy me all new clothes<br><br>The night`s too long; It just drags on and on<br>And then there`s never enough;<br>That`s when the sun starts comin` up<br>Don`t let go of her hand;<br>You just might be the right man<br>She loves the night; She loves the night<br>She doesn`t want the night; don`t want it to end<br>Don`t want it to end.<br><br>She works in an office now and she guesses the pays all right<br>She can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at night<br>And as soon as she gets home from work she wants to be out with the crowd<br>Where she can dance and toss her hair back and laugh out loud<br><br>Well the music`s playin` fast and they just met<br>He presses up against her and his shirt`s all soaked with sweat<br>And with her back against the bar she can listen to the band<br>And she`s holdin` a Corona and it`s cold against her hand<br><br>The night`s too long; It just drags on and on<br>And then there`s never enough;<br>That`s when the sun starts comin` up<br>Don`t let go of her hand;<br>You just might be the right man<br>She loves the night; She loves the night<br>She doesn`t want the night; don`t want it to end<br>Don`t want it to end.