Indian Motorcycles Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Indian motorcycles
Saturday night citations
Northern boys in southern cars
And one pump stations
Starter pistol ′neath a quarter moon
The sound of engines revving

I was born in the springtime
Of the '57 chevy

Oil cans in the creek bed
Radiators steaming
Falling stars and broken hearts
Looking for the high beams
Busted belts and slipping clutches
V8′s on the levy

I was born in the springtime
Of the '57 chevy


Well I don't know why I come back here
Just something to do with a couple of years
I had me a pretty girl back then
I always thought I′d see her again

Moonlight on the water
Shadows on the porches
Slipping down the alleyway
Idling the motor
Rock and roll underneath the street light
Fire coming off the fenders

I was born in the springtime
Of the ′57 chevy

Well I don't know why I come back here
Just something to do with a couple of years
I had me a pretty girl back then
I always thought I′d see her again

Indian motorcycles
Saturday night citations
Northern boys in southern cars
And one pump stations