Nazareth – Local Still lyrics

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 don't 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 can't 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 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
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)
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