Jerry Jeff Walker - (Lookin' For) The Heart Of Saturday Night [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Tom Waits

Yeah, you gassed her up
You're behind the wheel
Arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the Boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

You got paid on Friday
Pockets a jinglin'
See the lights of town
You get all tinglin'
As you cruisin' with a six pack
Just lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Comb your hair, shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
This will be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on red, goin' on green
Tonight will be like nuthin'
That you've ever seen
As you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the pool balls, (same as "comb your hair...")
The neon buzzin'
The telephone's ringin'
It's your second cousin
The barmaid's smilin'
In the corner of her eye
The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye

Gotcha kinda quiverin'
Down in the core;
Dreamin' of them Saturdays
That came before
That's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' under the heart of Saturday night
Just stumblin' under the heart of Saturday night