Alan Jackson: burnin both ends of the night

alan jackson
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burnin both ends of the night
i went to work for her that summer
teenage kid so far from home
she was a lonley widow woman
hell bent to make it on her own

we were a thousand miles from nowhere
wheat feilds as far as i can see
both needin something from eachother
not knowin yet what that might be

till she came to me one evening
hot cup of coffee and a smile
in a dress that i was certain
she hadn't worn in quite a while

there was a difference in her laughter
there was a softness in her eye
and on the air there was a hunger
even a boy could recognize

chorus
she had a need to feel the thunder
chasin lightnin from the sky
to whatch the storm with all its wonder
ragin in her lovers eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burnin bright
rushin head long in the wind
down where only dreams have been
burnin both ends of the night

that summer wind was all around me
nothin between us but the night
when i told her that ide never
she softly wispered "thats all right"

and then i watched her hands of leather
turn to velvet in a touch
theres never been another summer
when i have ever learned so much

chorus
she had a need to feel the thunder
chasin lighting fron the sky
to whatch the storm with all its wonder
ragin in each others eyes
we had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burnin bright
rushin head long in the wind
down where only dreams have been
burnin both ends of the night

instumental

i often think about that summer
the sweat the moonlight and the lace
i have rarely held another
when i haven't seen her face

every time i pass a wheat feild
whatch it dancin with the wind
although i know it isnt real
i just cant help but feel
her hungry arms again

chorus
she had a need to feel the thunder
chasin lightnin from the sky
to whatch the storm with all its wornder
ragin in her lovers eyes
she had to ride the heat of passion
like a comet burin bright
rushin head long in the wind
down where only dreams have been
burnin both ends of the night

rushin head long in the wind
down where only dreams have been
burnin both ends of the night