Lyrics

I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy Oh, looking out for something to do And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl But you were something like a dream come true I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block And when I played my guitar, I made the canyons rock But every Saturday Night I felt the fever grow All revved up with no place to go All revved up with no place to go All revved up with no place to go All revved up with no place to go All revved up with no place to go Oh, that was exciting, now, thеre is one scripted linе in the whole evening and this is it: Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Storytellers