Boots made of snakeskin he found in the trash bin
Striking a pose where we land
Leather’s our armor, whiskey our water
Boredom and ardor our friends
On this Friday night
The music is our fight
And we go and dance
These nowhere Friday nights
The music is our light
And we go and dance
Laugh at a lawyer
We linger and loiter
Cool in the mirror of our world
On this Friday night
The music is our fight
And we go and dance
These nowhere Friday nights
The music is our life
And we go and dance
The music is our right
And we go and dance
Sparkling pink sneakers
We’re not supposed to be here
Missing the bar and the bands
Turn up the speaker
And sing like you mean it
You’ve still got the notes in your hands
On this Friday night
The music is our fight
And we go and dance
These nowhere Friday nights
The music is our light
And we go and dance
The music is our right
And we go and dance
These nowhere Friday nights...
I got Sirius satellite radio for a free year with the purchase of my car. Little Steven’s Underground Garage plays this ALL the time, and it’s great---unlike much of the overly-derivative and boring mimics that Mr. Van Zandt apparently can’t get enough of it. The woman’s harmony vocals on the refrain are what hooked me...cool singer. treehouserecords
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