The Mescal Sheiks: Music

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THE NIGHT IS YOUNG
Smith/Hangan/Solem 2006 BMI

DRINKIN’ TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE, SUCKIN’ DOWN THE RUM
STAYIN’ OUT SLEEPIN’ IN I DON’T GET THAT MUCH DONE.
GOT TO FLY TO DALLAS TO SEE MY PONIES RUN
I WANT TO BE THERE AT THE GATE WHEN THEY SHOOT THE STATER’S GUN
AND WHEN THE RACE IS OVER AND ALL THE SHOUTIN’ DONE
I’M STILL ALONE IN DALLAS,
BUT HONEY THE NIGHT IT YOUNG(REPEAT)

BETTER TO BE DRUNK THAN MISERABLE
THAT’S WHAT THE DOCTOR’S SAY
BUT THE TALK IS SMALL AND THE TALES ARE TALL
DOWN AT THE BLUE CAFÉ

I WALK OUT TO THE TURNSTILE
DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD LAUGH OR RUN
STILL GOT A COUPLE OF DOLLARS
BUT HONEY THE NIGHT IS YOUNG

DOWN IN THE HEART OF WALL STREET
WHERE THE GREAT BIG BUILDINGS GROW
WHERE THE LIONS AND LAMBS COME OUT TO WATCH,
WATCH THEIR MONEY GO
BUT WHEN THE COUNTINGS OVER AND T HEY RING THAT CLOSIN’ BELL
I’M LOOKIN’ UP AT BOTTOMLINE THAT’S HOW FAR I FELL.
MY HEADS TOO HOT MY FEETS TOO COLD
I’M SHAKIN’ LIKE A LEAF AND I’M TOO DAMN OLD
HONEY THE NIGHT IS YOUNG, (REPEAT)

LOOKIN IN THE MIRROR BEGINNIN’ TO SCARE ME SOME
WELL I AIN’T DEAD YET BUT HONEY THE NIGHT IS YOUNG(REPEAT)