Local Still

ItЎЇs three oЎЇclock in the morning
And theyЎЇre sayinЎЇ youЎЇve had enough
But you want another drink
Good old north or southern stuff
YouЎЇre a boy from way down south
Folks from the old north
And itЎЇs friday night
ItЎЇs party night for you

King George he sent the excise men
The yankee revenuers
It donЎЇt matter what they try
TheyЎЇll never stop the brewinЎЇ
Because a man will take a glass
To make his spirits fly
On a friday night
ItЎЇs party night for you

They bring out laws and taxes
Try to cut you down
If you canЎЇt go to the corner bar
Then youЎЇll go underground
So come on down to your local still
And buy yourself a thrill
On a friday night
ItЎЇs party night for you

* Whiskey the water of life
ThereЎЇs more to it than the pourinЎЇ
Oiled the reel on the fiddle bow
And sent the music soarinЎЇ
My old man and his old man
They knew what they were doinЎЇ
LovinЎЇ malt from the old land
And the corn from tennessee

If youЎЇre feelinЎЇ lowdown
You donЎЇt 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
ItЎЇs party night for you