Every Saturday night y’all — bout sundown
Country people on wagons
They be coming from miles around
They drinking corn liquor from a mason fruit jar
And old man play pluckin pluckin that bass string guitar
Good old catfish and homemade boo
I got me some butter beans and chitlins too
Every Saturday night
Every Saturday night I get in my sin
And as long as I’m able
I’m gonna do the same thing again
My head gets so bad it’s a — doggone shame
I be so tore down — I don’t even know my name
Good old catfish and homemade boo
I got me some butter beans and chitlins too
Every Saturday night
Monday morning is the day I plow
And then Tuesday I gotta milk the cow
Wednesday I have to walk the dog
Then Thursday gotta slop the hog
Friday – good Friday
When my work is done, I realize
I’ve got one more night before Saturday come
