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It`s three o`clock in the morning And they`re sayin` you`ve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff You`re a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And it`s friday night It`s party night for you King george he sent the excise men The yankee revenuers It don`t matter what they try They`ll never stop the brewin` Because a man will take a glass To make his spirits fly On a friday night It`s party night for you They bring out laws and taxes Try to cut you down If you can`t go to the corner bar Then you`ll go underground So come on down to your local still And buy yourself a thrill On a friday night It`s party night for you *whiskey the water of life There`s more to it than the pourin` Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow And sent the music soarin` My old man and his old man They knew what they were doin` Lovin` malt from the old land And the corn from tennessee If you`re feelin` lowdown You don`t need no pill Come along and join the clan Support your local still You can win your bar-room blues Find that hazy delight On a friday night It`s party night for you Repeat * It`s three o`clock in the morning And they`re sayin` you`ve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff You`re a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And it`s friday night It`s party night for you. |