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