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It's three o'clock in the morning |
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And they're sayin' you've had enough |
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But you want another drink |
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Good old north or southern stuff |
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You're a boy from way down south |
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Folks from the old north |
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And it's friday night |
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It's party night for you |
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King george he sent the excise men |
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The yankee revenuers |
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It don't matter what they try |
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They'll never stop the brewin' |
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Because a man will take a glass |
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To make his spirits fly |
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On a friday night |
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It's party night for you |
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They bring out laws and taxes |
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Try to cut you down |
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If you can't go to the corner bar |
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Then you'll go underground |
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So come on down to your local still |
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And buy yourself a thrill |
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On a friday night |
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It's party night for you |
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* whiskey the water of life |
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There's more to it than the pourin' |
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Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow |
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And sent the music soarin' |
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My old man and his old man |
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They knew what they were doin' |
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Lovin' malt from the old land |
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And the corn from tennessee |
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If you're feelin' lowdown |
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You don't need no pill |
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Come along and join the clan |
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Support your local still |
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You can win your bar-room blues |
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Find that hazy delight |
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On a friday night |
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It's party night for you |
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Repeat * |
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It's three o'clock in the morning |
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And they're sayin' you've had enough |
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But you want another drink |
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Good old north or southern stuff |
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You're a boy from way down south |
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Folks from the old north |
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And it's friday night |
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It's party night for you. |
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(written and arranged by nazareth) |
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All rights reserved. |
