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