It's three o'clock in the morning
  And they're sayin?you've had enough
  But you want another drink
  Good old north or southern stuff
  You're a boy from way down south
  Folks from the old north
  And it's friday night
  It's party night for you
    King George he sent the excise men
  The yankee revenuers
  It don't matter what they try
  They'll never stop the brewin?Because a man will take a glass
  To make his spirits fly
  On a friday night
  It's 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 you'll go underground
  So come on down to your local still
  And buy yourself a thrill
  On a friday night
  It's party night for you
    * Whiskey the water of life
  There's 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 you're 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
  It's party night for you
    repeat *
    It's three o'clock in the morning
  And they're sayin?you've had enough
  But you want another drink
  Good old north or southern stuff
  You're a boy from way down south
  Folks from the old north
  And it's friday night
  It's party night for you.
      (written and arranged by Nazareth)
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