Tom Waits – The Heart Of Saturday Night chords

            DWell, 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 

    DYou get paid on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin
       Gand you see the lights, you get all tinglin
         Em7                         ACause youre cruising with a six,
                                   DYoure lookin for the heart of Saturday night

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

DStoppin on the red, Youre goin on the green
            GCause tonightll be like nothin youve ever seen
                 Em7                                   AAnd youre barrelin down the Boulevard
                                           D  Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night

                  G                              ATell me is it the crack of the Pool Balls, neon buzzin
DTelephone ringin its your second cousin
            G/B                         G        Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye
Em7                             AMagic of the melancholy tear in your eye

DMakes a kind of quiver down in the core
              Gcause youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
Em7                                    AAnd now youre stumblin
                                  DStumblin for the heart of Saturday night

      DYou 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                                AIs it the crack of the Pool Balls, neon buzzin
DTelephone ringin its your second cousin
          G/B                         GAnd the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye
Em7                     AMagic of the melancholy tear in your eye

DMakes it kind of special, down in the core
            GAnd youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
                Em7                   AIts found you stumblin
                                DStumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
            G                     AAnd youre stumblin 
                                Dstumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
     G           A       DMmm mmm mmm,     mmm mmm mmm