He climbs up on his John Deere. Shoves a plug of Redman in his jaw. His eyes stretch 'cross the valley. Way down to where they're putting up a mall. .
I was sitting at a table. In a little club downtown. Playing songs on the jukebox. And pouring whiskey down. When I heard a sweet voice saying. Would you like some company.
Bring On The Night. It's twilight and the streets Light are coming on. I'm in a stream of cars. On this Boulevard, headed home. I can hardly wait. You can make what went wrong today.