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Night Moves
Bob Seger Lyrics


I was a little too tall could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
Practicing our night moves in the summertime, oh
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love oh no far from it
We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me but neither one cared
We were getting our share

Practicing on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
Oh I wonder
Hey we felt the lightning yeah
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from nineteen sixty-two
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

(Night moves) night moves
(Night moves) oh
(Night moves) I remember
(Night moves) sure do remember those night moves
(Night moves) ain't it funny how you remember (oh oh)
(Night moves) funny how you remember the night moves
(Night moves) I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember (night moves) whoa, whoa
(Night moves) It's work
(Night moves) working and practicing
(Night moves) working and practicing oh, on the night moves
(Night moves) night moves
(Night moves) I remember
(Night moves) I sure remember
(Night moves) lord I remember, lord I remember
(Night moves) lord I remember oh yeah yeah
I remember, I remember

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Bob Seger

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Arisa Souza

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty
With big dark eyes
And points all her
Own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields
Where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat
Of my '60 Chevy

Workin' on mysteries
Without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to make some
Front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love
Oh no, far from it
We weren't searchin'
For some pie in the sky summit
We were just young
And restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away
Every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley
Or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose
The awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime
And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder
I awoke last night
To the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962

Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem
To have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in



Frank Jones

"...I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1972. Ain't it funny how the night moves. When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in."

Brings the lyrics to Redwood Tree to mind: "Don't know what you have when you're young, but you'll know what you had when it's gone."

Man oh man, what a different world it would be if you could put an old head on young shoulders.

Time is the most mysterious and perplexing element of our existence. In the blink of an eye, this moment becomes the next, and today becomes tomorrow. The biggest mistake we can ever make, is deceiving ourselves into believing and acting like there is no tomorrow. Because autumn is indeed closing in.



Elsa Ramizi

[Intro]
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own, sitting way up high

[Chorus]
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves in the summertime
In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love oh no far from it
We weren't searchin’ for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share

Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime
Mhm, sweet summer time, summer time

[Bridge]
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder

I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

[coda]
Night Moves
Night moves (night moves)
Night moves (night moves)
Yeah, Remember, night moves
Sure do remember those night moves (night moves)
Ain't it funny how you remember (night moves)
Funny how you remember the night moves
I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember night whoa, whoa
It's works, Working and practicing
Oh, on the night moves
Working and practicing....



Evëntěr

I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants, points hardly renowned
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own, sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Tryna make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves
In the summertime
Mhmm
In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love, oh no far from it
We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky, or summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley, or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me, but neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryna lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
Mhmm
And it was summertime
Mhmm
Sweet summertime, summertime
And oh, I wonder
I felt the lightning, yeah
And I waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off, I sat and wondered
Started hummin' a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closin' in
Night moves
Night moves
(Night moves) Yeah
(Night moves) I remember
(Night moves) I sure, remember the night moves
Ain't it funny how you remember?
(Night moves) Funny how you remember
(Night moves) And I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember
(Night moves) Oh, oh, woah
And we were workin'
Workin' and practicin' (Night moves)
Workin' and practicin'
(Night moves) All of the night moves
Night moves (Night moves)
Oh (Night moves) I remember
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Night moves) I remember
Ooh (Night moves) I remember
Lord I remember, Lord I remember (Night moves)
Oh
Ooh, ooh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I remember, I remember



santi uribe

I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy
Workin' on mysteries without any clues
Workin' on our night moves
Trying' to make some front page drive-in news
Workin' on our night moves in the summertime
In the sweet summertime
We weren't in love oh no far from it
We weren't searching for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Living by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, the alley, the trusty woods
I used her she used me
But neither one cared
We were getting our share
Workin' on our night moves
Trying to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on out night moves
In the summertime
And oh the wonder
Felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in



All comments from YouTube:

Emelia Stewart

"Is everything a Bob Segar song for you?". "YES".

Jay Collins

@Linda Johnsen care about what?

Douglas Blum

Who you cussing @Linda Johnsen

Linda Johnsen

, What the f*** You care don't f*

Linda Johnsen

Wtf Do You care don't f**** business

Linda Johnsen

What the FUCK DO YOU CARE!!!!!????
MIND YOURE OWN BUISSNES

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aomori

Sam Winchester: “don’t night moves me.” Also Sam: “In the backseat of my brothers 67 chevy”

Gothic Phoenix

ngl i came here because of that show. its on netflix atm and im bing watching it like mad, it has taken over my freaken life and ruined it for me. i fucking love it to shit

lil Topher

@Miguel Angel Lopez Martin just got done watching that episode

Robert Reynolds

@fxnnstapes n until

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