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

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

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.