Fred Eaglesmith - Indian Motorcycles lyrics

Indian motorcycles Saturday night citations Northern boys and southern cars And one pump stations Starter pistol 'neath the quarter moon The sound of engines revvin' I was born in the springtime of the '57 Chevy Oil cans in the creek bed Radiators steamin' Falling stars and broken hearts Looking for the high beams Busted belts and slippin' clutches V8's on the levee I was born in the springtime of the '57 Chevy Well, I don't 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 motor Rock-n-Roll underneath the streetlight Fire comin' off the fenders I was born in the springtime of the '57 Chevy Well, I don't know 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 and southern cars And one pump stations