Richard Bruce Music

Lyrics

There once was a young man who played the radio
And his heart it was soothed by the sounds
The place where he could go eight days a week
That would drive out the tears and the frowns
And as the sun's rising he heads down to State Street
Thinking about women and weed
He sees his reflection in a storefront window
And thinks what a sad man indeed

CHORUS:
Good night, sleep tight
Here's to all you moonlight ladies
Good dreams and bad schemes
Say goodbye to your Mercedes

There is an old hippie he lives on the road
(And) his guitars are his closest friends
He grew up on the Beatles and James Taylor songs
But the long winding road never ends
And as the sun's setting he sits by the fire
Thinking about women and beer
Closes his eyes knowing soon he'll retire
And sings out the song that you hear

Good night, sleep tight
Here's to all you moonlight ladies
Bad dreams and good schemes
Say goodbye to your Mercedes