Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline
van.
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands.
Well, late at night when the
people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky
voice
That was real as the day was
long.
Tonight's the night, yes it
is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, yes it
is, tonight's the night.
Early in the mornin' at the
break of day
He used to sleep until the
afternoon.
If you never heard him sing
I guess you won't too soon.
'Cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down
my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that he'd died out
on the mainline.
Tonight's the night, tonight's
the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's
the night.
Bruce Berry was a working man
He used to load that Econoline
van.
Well, early in the morning
at just about the break of day
He used to sleep until the
afternoon.
Tonight's the night, yes it
is, tonight's the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's
the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's
the night
Tonight's the night, tonight's
the night.
Marco Giunco |
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