That Night

It was a summer night, nineteen-sixty-one
My boy’s with me and my hair’s undone
My red dress flowing like the American flag

My daddy’s gone and my mom’s uptight
But I love this boy I met that night
My mommy said I’ll never see him again

Back on this bike with nowhere to go
Stones are playing on the radio
I know I’ll never leave my baby again
Living on the edge, on the edge of life
I hope I can make this boy my wife
But I know I’ll never see my baby again
Oooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oooh, oh-oh

‘Cause boys are made of leather and jean
Their rides are nice, but their eyes are mean
They’re always under watch of the big man

My boy, he said, ‘the same for you’
‘My life’s too rough, I’m playing to lose’
He grabbed my purse and said, ‘don’t care what’s our plan’