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Friday Night in Dixie Lyrics
There was a cloud of dust down lonesome road
One full moon, Friday night
The county sheriff and old man Jones
Had a feeling that it wasn't right
So they followed a beer can trail
And it took them to the river bank
There was girls and guys and four wheel drives
And 500 watts of Hank
Well, that sheriff was packing a .44
And he shot it up into the air
He said you on private property, people
Better move it on out of here
Then a blue-eyed cutie with a wiggly walk
Come sliding up next to him
She said, "There ain't no way you are getting us out
So you might as well come on in."
She said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
'Cause it's Friday night in Dixie
Can't hold it in, let it all hang out."
Well, the sheriff searched all the pickup trucks
To see what he could find
Some shotgun shells, an old buck knife
And a Mason jar of shine
Then Billy jumped up in the back of his truck
And said, "Sheriff, I do confess
I stole that jar from old man Jones
'Cause I heard that he made the best."
Then the sheriff put down his pistol
Looked over at old man Jones
He said it's up to you what you want to do
Lock them up or leave 'em alone
Well, that old man said
"I sure have done my share of raising hell
And I ain't too old to raise it with y'all."
And he let out a rebel yell
He said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
'Cause it's Friday night in Dixie
Can't hold it in, Lord, let it all hang out."
You know it's a Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we feel that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
It's Friday night in Dixie, don't hold it in
Come on, let it all hang out
Yeah, let it all hang out
All night long
One full moon, Friday night
The county sheriff and old man Jones
Had a feeling that it wasn't right
And it took them to the river bank
There was girls and guys and four wheel drives
And 500 watts of Hank
And he shot it up into the air
He said you on private property, people
Better move it on out of here
Come sliding up next to him
She said, "There ain't no way you are getting us out
So you might as well come on in."
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
'Cause it's Friday night in Dixie
Can't hold it in, let it all hang out."
To see what he could find
Some shotgun shells, an old buck knife
And a Mason jar of shine
And said, "Sheriff, I do confess
I stole that jar from old man Jones
'Cause I heard that he made the best."
Looked over at old man Jones
He said it's up to you what you want to do
Lock them up or leave 'em alone
"I sure have done my share of raising hell
And I ain't too old to raise it with y'all."
And he let out a rebel yell
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
'Cause it's Friday night in Dixie
Can't hold it in, Lord, let it all hang out."
Anything goes 'til the rooster crows and we feel that southern sun
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talking about
It's Friday night in Dixie, don't hold it in
Come on, let it all hang out
Yeah, let it all hang out
All night long
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Good party song