Local Still

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 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 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