Every Saturday night, y'all, bout sundown
Country people in wagons, baby, coming' from miles around
And they're drinking' corn liquor from a Mason fruit jar
And old men keep plucking plucking that bass string guitar
Pig feet and barbecue (pig feet and barbecue), catfish and homemade brew
Butter beans and chitterlings too
Every Saturday night, y'all
Let me hear
Every Saturday night, I get in my sin (uh huh)
And as long as I'm able, I'll do the same thing again (uh huh)
My head gets so bad, it's a doggone shame (uh huh)
I be so tore down I don't even know my name
(Pig feet and barbecue), catfish and homemade brew
Butter beans and chitterlings too
Oh every Saturday night, y'all
Wait a minute
Monday morning (Mon) is the day I plow (hey, hey)
And then Tuesday (Tues) I gotta milk the cow (hey, hey)
Wednesday (Wens) I have to walk the dog (hey, hey)
Thursday (Thurs) I gotta slop the hog, now I ain't ashamed (hey, hey)
Friday (Friday), good Friday (Friday)
Girl what's the sixth day of the week? (Friday) Friday (Friday)
Friday (Friday)
When my work is done (Friday)
I got one more night before Saturday comes
(Pig feet and barbecue), catfish and homemade brew
Butter beans and chitterlings too
Oh Every Saturday night, y'all
There is nothing around
Cause we will do it! Ohh
Come Sunday morning
I still be going strong
Yes, I do, come on!
Every saturday night
Woooh
Do it
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