Indian Motorcycles

Indian motorcycles

Saturday night citations

Northern boys in southern cars

And one pump stations

Starter pistols 'neath the quarter moon

The sound of engines revvin'

I was born in the spring time of the '57 Chevy

Oil cans in the creek bed

Radiators steamin'

Falling stars and broken hearts

Lookin' for the high beams

Busted belts and slippin' clutches

V-8s on the levee

I was born in the spring time of the '57 Chevy

Well I don't know 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 motors

Rock-n-Roll underneath the streetlight

Fire comin' off the fenders

I was born in the spring time on the '57 Chevy

Well I don't know 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

Indian motorcycles

Saturday night citations

Northern boys in southern cars

And one pump stations