All That American Night

03:08
Kent Rose
┬ęKent Rose Memory Train Publishing/BMI

Lyrics

The promoter took the cash box and split for Vegas

Left the band with nothing but pack it up and go

This motel room we’re crowding ain’t the greatest

But it’s better than sleeping by the side of the road

 

At a truck stop where the neon signs are burning

All the stars up in the sky they tumble down

We’ve been here before but we’ll soon be returning

Another honkytonk in another lonesome town

 

All that highway, all that American night

Technicolor sunset turns to black and white

The wheels keep rolling ‘til the city’s out of sight

All  that highway, all that American night

 

There’s a jukebox with a memory in the corner

Every time the needle drops I get a thrill

Might be living on hard times and hand-me-downs

Fats Domino’s still up on Blueberry Hill

 

All that highway, all that American night

Technicolor sunset turns to black and white

The wheels keep rolling until the city’s out of sight

All that highway, all that American night