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)   Copyright 1983 fool circle limited   All rights reserved.