From the recording The Last Night On Planet Earth
DG - acoustic and electric guitars, drums, shaker, tambourine, vocals
Buddy Sweets - bass guitar
Two in the morning on the 40 again, Not a friend around for days. Hauling it ‘cross the states. Looking for danger the city don’t sleep I’m drinkin’ bourbon in the rain. She’s talkin’ money before the play. She’s got my number and my game. Tires are screeching on the pavement tonight. We’re gonna burn it all to the ground. Until there’s nothing left of this town. Cards are down on a table of green I gots the money and the means. Dancing with the devil or so it seems. We should have more nights like these. The lights are bright in this place I find. We need to dim it down real low. I gots some secrets I don’t wanna show. Dancefloor is filled with the ladies tonight. You gotta squeeze ‘em to know which is ripe. Smack in the face you just might. Or maybe she sees what she likes. Stayin’ up all night, yeah I do what I like And now I don’t wanna miss a thing. Rock n’ Roll’s my disease. We should have more nights like these. All I want is some cheap cold beer. To get through the night without doubt or fear. Is that too much to ask around here. Cause all I want is some cheap cold beer. Maybe some for my friends if you please. We should have more nights like these. We should have more nights like these.