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John and I worked at the Chinese restaurant Washin' dishes and drivin' the truck We'd listen to Sabbath so loud, folks complained In the back, we never gave a fuck We'd drive down the river with catpoles and livers Tallboy highlifes and cigs John'd roll a doobie and we'd talk about movies And dream about makin' it big On the summer night Under the bigstar lite Dreamin' Over my head John had a Nissan we'd tie a canoe on And drive it on down to the stream We'd paddle around and then pull into town Just to see what we could see We'd hang out and talk alot out in the parking lot John met her out under the lights They went steady through winter, November, December And made it through the spring alright Into the summer nights Under the bigstar lites Dreamin' Letras de cancionesOver my head John and his lady broke up for some shady shit She left 'em one night after shoutin': "You never loved me", but we figured he must've When he drove his old truck off the mountain Now I can't go fishin' without kinda wishin' John was there to talk He left us in wonder and stole all our thunder I'll never get over the shock Of the summer night Under the bigstar lite Dreamin' Over my head Summer nights Under the bigstar lites Dreamin' If it were me instead From Letras Mania