Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Madeleine Peyroux
Вокал
Till Brönner
Труба
Sam Yahel
Фортепиано
Dean Parks
Гитара
Greg Leisz
Педальная слайд-гитара
David Piltch
Контрабас
Jay Bellerose
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Tom Waits
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Larry Klein
Продюсер
Cindi Peters
Сотрудник студии
Bernie Grundman
Мастеринг-инженер
Helik Hadar
Инженер звукозаписи
Alex Pavlides
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Слова
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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