Local Still lyrics 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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