There was a cloud of dust down lonesome road one full moon Friday night
The county sheriff and old man Jones had a feeling that it wasn`t right
So they followed a beer can trail and it took them to the river bank
There was girls and guys and four wheel drives and 500 watts of Hank
Well that sheriff was packin` a .44 and he shot it up into the air
He said you on private property people better move it on out of here
Then a blue-eyed cutie with a wiggly walk come sliding up next to him
She said, "There ain`t no way you are gettin` us out so you might as well come on in."
She said, "It`s Friday night in Dixie, it`s time to have some fun
Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We`re gonna party down to that country sound, you know what I`m talkin` about
`Cause it`s Friday night in Dixie can`t hold it in let it all hang out."
Well the sheriff searched all the pickup trucks to see what he could find
Some shotgun shells an old buck knife and a mason jar of shine
Then Billy jumped up in the back of his truck and said, "Sheriff I do confess
I stole that jar from old man Jones `cause i heard that he made the best."
Then the sheriff put down his pistol looked over at old man Jones
"Said it`s up to you what you want to do lock them up or leave `em alone."
Well that old man said, "I sure have done my share of raisin` hell
And I ain`t to old to raise it with y`all and he let out a rebel yell
He said, "It`s Friday night in Dixie, it`s time to have some fun
Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun
We`re gonna party down to that country sound, you know what I`m talkin` about
Well it`s Friday night in Dixie can`t hold it in, Lord, let it all hang out."
You know it`s Friday night in Dixe and we`re gonna have some fun
`Cause anything goes till the rooster crows and we feel that southern sun
We`re gonna party down to that country sound, you know what I`m talkin about
It`s Friday night in Dixie dont hold it in, come on let it all hang out
Yeah let it all hang out
All night long
