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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

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