Lyrics
Saturday night and the moon is out
Just a-shinin' over top of the pines
I'm headed on down to my baby's house
Gonna take her on a midnight ride
Down them backroads
Winding up at a-Kickapoo Creek
Dancin' and singin' to some good ol' boys like me
Baby, there's a shooting star
That one's for me and you
So, hold me tigh and make that wish
And pray that it comes true
Now I ain't sure of much
But this I know
I got a diamond in my pocket
And my baby's got a heart of gold
I brought along a little courage
And Coleman cooler just to help me out
My hands are shaking like canebrake rattler
Nothing's gonna save me now
Might as well jump in head first, lay it all on the line
What am I worried 'bout?
Never gonna be a more perfect time
'Cause baby, there's a shooting star
That one's for me and you
So, hold me tight, and make that wish
And pray that it comes true
And I ain't sure of much
But this I know
I got a diamond in my pocket
And my baby's got a heart of gold
Well, I didn't have money for a Broadway show
But the crickets are singing to the radio
And we got tickets on the very front porch
Baby, there's a shooting star
That one's for me and you
So, hold me tight and make that wish
And pray that it comes true
And I ain't sure of much
But this I know
Well, I got a diamond in my pocket
And my baby's got a heart of gold
I got a diamond in my pocket
And my baby's got a heart of gold
