(hicks / horton-jennings)   It's late, and the week-end's near   You could say I can't wait   Till the gang gets here   Eight, and the angels are roaring   Shining those dips   Straight line for the strip      If I back out   Fake a black out   At my night on the chicken run   Need some moonshine   Doctor goodtime   Keeping my nerves in line   Down on the run      Cy, the pack leader's wild   Even preaches to ride   In a brando style   Fast, two shadows are closing   Passing like knives   Short cut on our lives      If I back out   Fake a black out   At my night on the chicken run   Needs some moonshine   Doctor goodtime   Keeping my nerves in line   Down on the run      When the boys are called together   To hand me out a feather, I'm through   Sweating in my leather so I guess it's now or never   Something I've gotta do, just gotta do   What I gotta do      It's late, and the week-end's near   You could say I can't wait   Till the gang gets here   Eight, and the angels are roaring   Shining those dips   Straight line for the strip      Shining those dips   Straight line for the strip   Passing like knives   Short cut on our lives      Shining those dips   Straight line for the strip