BJ Walton - Big White Ford Lyrics

Hanging on the boulevard, chasing after misplaced dreams
Molly's got the know-how, me I've got all the schemes
Johnny's got his guitar, with his fingers wrapped around a chord
It's Saturday night and we're cruising in my big white Ford

I lied to mama and said I'd be home by ten
But the streets are alive, and she'll be asleep by then
We've been doing our best to try to keep from being bored
It's Saturday night and we're cruising in my big white Ford

All night long, we've been up and down the same old street
Going nowhere fast on this big wide vinyl seat
Got nothing to do, and nowhere to be
It's Saturday night and we're doing what comes naturally

A quarter tank of gas will fly us through the night
We're looking for Heaven underneath a neon light
The radio is so loud it's shaking the whole dashboard
It's Saturday night and we're cruising in my big white Ford

All night long, we've been up and down the same old street
Going nowhere fast on this big wide vinyl seat
Got nothing to do, and nowhere to be
It's Saturday night and we're doing what comes naturally
It's Saturday night and we're doing what comes naturally