the bees doing their thing getting long gone after midnight.
When the band keeps playing,
we're swinging to that Dixieland delight.
Down here on the south side of that Mason-Dixon line,
it's a Saturday night.
Alabama sipping on that Tennessee.
She got a hankering for a good time,
so she turning up the key.
She likes the way that southern comfort
holds her while she's holding me.
She been giving me the minds you're only given when it's time to fly.
Now,
she's on her way to falling for a rambling man.
Now,
she doing the best she can,
but the girl can't help it.
Live from the south, it's Saturday night.
All the crickets and the trees and the birds and the
bees doing their thing getting long gone after midnight.
All night.
And the band keeps playing,
and we're swinging to that Dixieland delight.
Down here on the
south side of that Mason-Dixon line,
it's a Saturday night.
Oh, it's a Saturday night!
Oh,
yeah.
You can thank it to yourself.
Live from the south,
Lord,
it's a Saturday night.
All them crickets and the trees and the birds
and the bees getting loaded after midnight.
All right.
Oh,
and the band keeps playing,
and you're swinging to that Dixieland delight.
Down here on the south side of that Mason-Dixon line,
oh, where the mud in Mississippi meets the pine.
It's a Saturday night.