Текст, перевод и аккорды “Local Still”
- Its three oclock in the morning And theyre sayin youve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff Youre a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And its friday night Its party night for you King george he sent the excise men The yankee revenuers It dont matter what they try Theyll never stop the brewin Because a man will take a glass To make his spirits fly On a friday night Its party night for you They bring out laws and taxes Try to cut you down If you cant go to the corner bar Then youll go underground So come on down to your local still And buy yourself a thrill On a friday night Its party night for you * whiskey the water of life Theres 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 youre feelin lowdown You dont 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 Its party night for you Repeat * Its three oclock in the morning And theyre sayin youve had enough But you want another drink Good old north or southern stuff Youre a boy from way down south Folks from the old north And its friday night Its party night for you. (written and arranged by nazareth) Copyright 1983 fool circle limited All rights reserved.
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