Sylvia was working as a waitress in BeaumontShe said, I'm moving away, I'm gonna get what I wantI'm tired of these small town boys, they don't move fast enoughI'm gonna find me one who wears a leather jacket and likes his living roughSo she saved her tips and overtime and bought an old rusty carShe sold most everything she had to make a brand new startShe said, I won't be needing these silly dresses and nylon hoseCause when I get to where I'm going, I'm gonna buy me all new clothesThe night's too long, it just drags on and onAnd then there's never enough, that's when the sun starts coming upDon't let go of her hand, you just might be the right manShe loves the night, she loves the nightShe doesn't want the night, don't want it to endDon't want it to endWell she works in an office now, and she guesses the pay's alrightShe can buy a few new things to wear and still go out at nightAnd as soon as she gets home from work, she wants to be out with the crowdWhere she can dance and toss her head back and laugh out loudWell the music's playing fast, and they just metHe presses up against her, and his shirt's all soaked with sweatAnd with her back against the bar, she can listen to the bandAnd she's holding a corona, and it's cold against her handThe night's too long, it just drags on and onAnd then there's never enough, that's when the sun starts coming upDon't let go of her hand, you just might be the right manShe loves the night, she loves the nightShe doesn't want the night, don't want it to endDon't want it to endDon't want it to end