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
Fred Eaglesmith - Indian Motorcycles Lyrics
Fred Eaglesmith - Indian Motorcycles Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Fred Elgersma
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.