'Cause anything goes till the rooster crows and we feel that southern sun
He said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun
Well that sheriff was packin' a .44
You know what I'm talkin' about
You know it's Friday night in Dixie and we're gonna have some fun
Then a blue-eyed cutie with a wiggly walk
You know what I'm talkin' about
I stole that jar from old man Jones
We're gonna party down to that country sound
And it took them to the river bank
We're gonna party down to that country sound
You know what I'm talkin about
He said it's up to you what you want to do
So they followed a beer can trail
"I sure have done my share of raisin' hell"
She said, "There ain't no way you are gettin' us out
We're gonna party down to that country sound
Well, it's Friday night in Dixie
It's Friday night in Dixie don't hold it in
Looked over at old man Jones
To see what he could find
So you might as well come on in"
Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
Well that old man said
And I ain't to old to raise it with y'all
'Cause it's Friday night in Dixie
And he shot it up into the air
She said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun
Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
Lock them up or leave 'em alone
Better move it on out of here
Come sliding up next to him
Can't hold it in, Lord, let it all hang out"
Some shotgun shells an old buck knife
'Cause I heard that he made the best"
The county sheriff and old man Jones
Well the sheriff searched all the pickup trucks
There was girls and guys and four wheel drives
Yeah, let it all hang out
Then Billy jumped up in the back of his truck
And a mason jar of shine
And said, "Sheriff I do confess
And 500 watts of Hank
Then the sheriff put down his pistol
Had a feeling that it wasn't right
Can't hold it in let it all hang out"
He said you on private property people
And he let out a rebel yell
Come on let it all hang out
