Night wolves moan. Winter hills are black. I'm all alone. Sitting in the back. Of a long white Cadillac. . Train whistle cries. Lost on its own track.
Night wolves moan. The winter hills are black. I'm all alone. Sitting in the back. Of a long white Cadillac, yeah. . Train whistle cries. Lost on its own track.
Dave Alvin. (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music). . Laurel Lynn, Laurel Lynn. Will I ever see your face again?. Laurel Lynn, Laurel Lynn.
Night wolves moan. The winter hills are black. I'm all alone. Sitting in the back. Of a long white Cadillac. . Headlights shine. Highway fades to black.