American Nights - Live From Foxborough

Screen door cracked, with the ball game on Man on the porch singin' baritone Tan line leads to that gentle place Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face Dockhand boys all say goodbye To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives They'll be gone by the wintertime And they don't wanna bother with no friend of mine Wet, hot, American nights Shake your body dry under coastline light Wet, hot, American nights We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry (Thank you, Boston) Davey got back from his first tour He ain't the same boy that he was before Twenty's too young to nearly die American boys are a friend of mine Delco Danny cut a deal with the dealer That he met out at the Rivers Casino He got caught countin' cards, then them spades broke his heart Then the Point Breeze boys broke his nose Mary got that job that she wanted out of town She was better than the sum of all of us anyhow Still stops by whenever she can She's tougher than my brother with a balled left hand Wet, hot, American nights Shake your body dry under coastline light Wet, hot, American nights We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry (Y'all's got one more in ya?) Wet, hot, American nights Shake your body dry under coastline light Wet, hot, American nights We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry