Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Madeleine Peyroux
Chant
Till Brönner
Trompette
Sam Yahel
Piano
Dean Parks
Guitare
Greg Leisz
Pedal steel guitar
David Piltch
Contrebasse
Jay Bellerose
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tom Waits
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Larry Klein
Production
Cindi Peters
Personnel de studio
Bernie Grundman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Helik Hadar
Ingénierie de prise de son
Alex Pavlides
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
You gas her up
You're behind the wheel
Your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Got paid on Friday
Your pockets are jingling
You see the lights
You get all tinglin', 'cause you're cruising with a six
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Comb your hair
Feed your face
Try to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
Reachin' your peak
You stop on the red
Go on the green
Tonight'll be like nothing
You've ever seen
Barrelin' down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin
Telephone ringing, it's your second cousin
Barman smilin' from the corner of his eye
The magic of that melancholy tear in your eye
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Dreaming of those Saturdays that came before
Now you're stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Now you're stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits
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