Capo : 1st fret Intro:        I was a little too tall coulda’ used a few pounds    tight pants points hardly reknown    She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes   and points all her own sittin’ way up high.......    ......way up firm and high   Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy    out in the backseat of my sixty Chevy    workin on mysteries without any clues      Working on our night moves          Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news    Practicin’ our night moves.........            ......in the summertime          in the sweet summertime summertime        We weren’t in love oh no far from it   We weren’t searching for some pie-in-the-sky summit    We were just young and restless and bored     living by the sword     and we’d steal away every chance we could     to the back room the alley or the trusty woods    I used her she used me but neither one cared   We were getting our share    practicing our night moves      tryin’ to lose the awkward teenage blues       workin on our night moves                                                   and ohhhhh...............    I  wonder         hey we felt the lightening .    And we waited on the thunder     waited on the thunder    I woke last night to the sound of thunder    "How far off" I sat and wondered    started humming a song from 1962           Ain’t it funny how the night moves    We just don’t seem to have as much to lose    Strange how the night moves             with autumn closing in    night moves..........night moves........(repete e diminui)    ***************************** [email protected]