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.
(written and arranged by Nazareth)
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