D
Well, You gassed her up, Behind the Wheel
        G                                                      
With your arm around your sweet one, in your oldsmobile
Em7                                      A                                           
Barrelin Down the Boulevard, 
                            D          
Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night 

    D
You get paid on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin
       G
and you see the lights, you get all tinglin
         Em7                         A
Cause youre cruising with a six,
                                   D
Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night

       G                A       
Then you Comb your hair, Shave your face
D
Tryin to wipe out every trace
     G/B             G
Of all the other days in the week
                Em7                            A
you know that thisll be the Saturday youre reachin your peak

D
Stoppin on the red, Youre goin on the green
            G
Cause tonightll be like nothin youve ever seen
                 Em7                                   A
And youre barrelin down the Boulevard
                                           D  
Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night

                  G                              A
Tell me is it the crack of the Pool Balls, neon buzzin
D
Telephone ringin its your second cousin
            G/B                         G        
Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye
Em7                             A
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

D
Makes a kind of quiver down in the core
              G
cause youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
Em7                                    A
And now youre stumblin
                                  D
Stumblin for the heart of Saturday night

      D
You gassed her up, and youre Behind the Wheel
           G                                                                  
With your arm around your sweet one, in your oldsmobile
Em7                                          A                                       
Barrelin Down the Boulevard, 
                                        D            
Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night

           G                                A
Is it the crack of the Pool Balls, neon buzzin
D
Telephone ringin its your second cousin
          G/B                         G
And the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye
Em7                     A
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

D
Makes it kind of special, down in the core
            G
And youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
                Em7                   A
Its found you stumblin
                                D
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
            G                     A
And youre stumblin 
                                D
stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
     G           A       D
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