Lyrics




Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago
The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow
And I swore that I loved her and gave her a ring
The bluebird was high on the wing
Whatever happened to Saturday night
Finding a sweetheart and holding her tight?
She said: "Tell me, oh, tell me, was I alright?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
The years brought the railroad
It ran by my door
Now there's boards on the windows
And dust on the floor
And she passes the time at another man's side
And I pass the time with my pride
What a tangled web we weave
Go 'round with circumstance
Someone show me how to tell the dancer
From the dance
What ever happened
To Saturday night?
Choosin' a friend and losin' a fight
She said: "Tell me, oh, tell me, are you alright?"
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
Whatever happened to Saturday night?



Writer(s): FREY GLENN LEWIS, HENLEY DONALD HUGH, MEISNER RANDY, LEADON BERNARD MATHEW


Eagles - The Studio Albums 1972-1979
Album The Studio Albums 1972-1979
date of release
01-04-2013

1   In the City
2   The Long Run
3   Hotel California
4   Take It Easy
5   Teenage Jail
6   You Never Cry Like a Lover
7   My Man
8   Is It True?
9   Certain Kind of Fool
10   Train Leaves Here This Morning
11   Nightingale
12   Earlybird
13   Chug All Night
14   After the Thrill Is Gone
15   Bitter Creek
16   Take the Devil
17   The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks
18   Tequila Sunrise
19   I Can't Tell You Why
20   Journey of the Sorcerer
21   Life In the Fast Lane
22   Desperado
23   Already Gone
24   Heartache Tonight
25   Wasted Time
26   Saturday Night
27   Try and Love Again
28   Peaceful Easy Feeling
29   The Last Resort
30   Doolin-Dalton
31   The Best of My Love
32   New Kid In Town
33   Outlaw Man
34   Doolin-Dalton (Instrumental)
35   Witchy Woman
36   Ol' 55
37   One of These Nights
38   Lyin' Eyes
39   Take It to the Limit
40   Victim of Love
41   Pretty Maids All In a Row
42   King of Hollywood
43   Those Shoes
44   The Sad Cafe




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