Local Still
It뭩 three o뭖lock in the morning
And they뭨e sayin?you뭭e had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You뭨e a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it뭩 friday night
It뭩 party night for you
King George he sent the excise men
The yankee revenuers
It don뭪 matter what they try
They뭠l never stop the brewin?Because a man will take a glass
To make his spirits fly
On a friday night
It뭩 party night for you
They bring out laws and taxes
Try to cut you down
If you can뭪 go to the corner bar
Then you뭠l go underground
So come on down to your local still
And buy yourself a thrill
On a friday night
It뭩 party night for you
* Whiskey the water of life
There뭩 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 you뭨e feelin?lowdown
You don뭪 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
It뭩 party night for you
repeat *
It뭩 three o뭖lock in the morning
And they뭨e sayin?you뭭e had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
You뭨e a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it뭩 friday night
It뭩 party night for you.
(written and arranged by Nazareth)
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