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It’s three o’clock in the morningAnd they’re sayin’ you’ve had enoughBut you want another drinkGood old north or southern stuffYou’re a boy from way down southFolks from the old northAnd it’s friday nightIt’s party night for youKing George he sent the excise menThe yankee revenuersIt don’t matter what they tryThey’ll never stop the brewin’Because a man will take a glassTo make his spirits flyOn a friday nightIt’s party night for youThey bring out laws and taxesTry to cut you downIf you can’t go to the corner barThen you’ll go undergroundSo come on down to your local stillAnd buy yourself a thrillOn a friday nightIt’s party night for you* Whiskey the water of lifeThere’s more to it than the pourin’Oiled the reel on the fiddle bowAnd sent the music soarin’My old man and his old manThey knew what they were doin’Lovin’ malt from the old landAnd the corn from tennesseeIf you’re feelin’ lowdownYou don’t need no pillCome along and join the clanSupport your local stillYou can win your bar-room bluesFind that hazy delightOn a friday nightIt’s party night for yourepeat *It’s three o’clock in the morningAnd they’re sayin’ you’ve had enoughBut you want another drinkGood old north or southern stuffYou’re a boy from way down southFolks from the old northAnd it’s friday nightIt’s party night for you.(written and arranged by Nazareth)copyright 1983 Fool Circle Limited all rights reserved. <-- Previous | Next -->
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