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Night Job
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.
Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals
Downtown after dark becomes a workplace and a stage for an unlikely company of street performers. At its center is a woman arriving with a red wagon, a backpack and the ability to electrify a crowd. Neon, news cameras and unruly company give the narrator's night job its sense of precarious, communal excitement.
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Recorded versions
3 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.
Female Vocal · 2:35
Night Job — Female Vocal — Southern Guitar-And-Organ Rock
Southern Guitar-And-Organ Rock
Female Vocal · 2:21
Night Job — Female Vocal — Psychedelic Folk Reinterpretation
Psychedelic Folk Reinterpretation
Lyrics
Night Job
Words by Douglas Heyes Jr
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NIGHT JOB I got a Night Job way Downtown Working for the Shadows at the Underground Little White Girl from the Other Side of Town Midnight Blue until her eyes turn Brown Crowd of onlookers make a terrible sound A corner full of Hookers when the Sun goes down Wanted Posters hangin’ up all over this Town Watchin’ for a Woman in a Black Satin Gown She's draggin’ a Red Wagon Called a Flexible Flyer Her Music's like a Dragon Gonna set the Night on Fire Backpack on her back Got her formal attire For when she's flat out on her back Or she’s Dancin’ on a wire We set up on the corner Underneath the neon lights A crowd of News Reporters Gotta keep it high and tight Ragin’ on the Stage below a bright Gaslamp Breakin’ out of cages on the freeway off ramp Hot Summer Night in the pale Moonlight Stayin’ up late, not about to say Goodnight We got a Night Job in the Heart of Downtown Workin’ for a livin’ when the Sun goes down We got the right crowd, gonna break it on down Wakin’ up the Devil at the Underground Rockin’ out the World when the Girls all come around I can't even tell you just what we found Spider Monkeys swingin’ from a long red vine Little Honey singin’ through a box of Red Wine Early Mornin’ papers and the Late Night News Nameless Entertainers wearin’ Blue Suede Shoes This is dedicated to the White Girl from the Hood Man, I gotta tell you, she is really lookin’ good Rollin’ the red carpet right in front of her feet Never gonna stop it till we're Dancin’ in the Street Take Home what you need, but don't Kill and don't Rob Man, I gotta say I got the coolest Night Job *********
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