Eric Hisaw
Such A Good Night


Roy Heinrich-bass guitar
Dodd Meredith-drums
Eric Hisaw-guitar, vocals, mandolin



I got on to the fast track
left my home and swore I was never coming back
but there's something so sweet about home and I
hate to spend such a good night all alone

the days were long and the sun was high
heat beating down from the blue Texas sky
I been working my fingers to the bone and I
hate to spend such a good night all alone

memories of the summer past would leave me so blue
I know I'm really lucky to have you
the worst spring fever I've ever known and I
hate to spend such a good night all alone

crank the engine up in my old brown car
hook it to the white line and point it toward the stars
the warm evenings stir my travelin' bones and I
hate to spend such a good night all alone

let's go out dancing, drinking, running around
bust out the red lacquer and let's paint this old town
call up some old friends on the phone 'cause I
hate to spend such a good night all alone