Good Time Saturday Night

(专辑： The Bird - 1982)

Well it was hard times back in the days when my daddy worked on the WPA
And us youngins, we had to pick cotton for a quarter a day
I used to get one pair of shoes every year my friend
And I wore my britches 'til the seat wore thin
And I learned to do without now and then

My daddy used to tell us youngins
"There's one thing sure, life's hell to pay when you're poor
'Cause just outside the door is the hard times"

And six days a week all day long
My daddy he worked 'til he ached to his bones
And the best we could ever do was just get along

But when I look back on those days my friend
I can see now how we made it back then
We just lived for the weekend
So we could have Saturday night

Every Saturday night we'd all get together at Aunt Azalea's
And the party was never over 'til the crack of dawn
They put the table and chairs out on the porch
Put the coffee pot on the stove

Well friends, right then
I knew everybody was getting ready to get down
Let the good times roll

So I grabbed a guitar down and played fiddle
My little brother, the mandolin
And when the music started, wasn't nobody sitting down
My cousin Tiny weighed 304
Played the bass so hard that the yard was flowing

And I betcha they heard us having a good time all the way up town
The week was over and the work was done
Saturday night was for having fun
We loved them good time Saturday nights

Let the good times roll on
(Good times)

(Come on Tiny, hook that thing brother)

Wanna talk about the hard times
Go to the bank try to borrow some money
Whaddya think
Or take the car downtown 'n fill up the tank
Ya talk about the hard times

Back then it was WPA and CC counts
Today it's unemployment and food stamps
But they're both examples that the hard times are here to stay

Now brothers and sisters that's the long and short
That's all there is to it
We got no choice
We got to live through it

Now back home the way we used to do it
We had a good time Saturday night

Every Saturday night we'd all get together at Aunt Azalea's
And the party was never over 'til the crack of dawn
They put the table and chairs out on the porch
Put the coffee pot on the stove

Well friends, right then
I knew everybody was getting ready to get down
Let the good times roll

So I grabbed a guitar down and played fiddle
My little brother, the mandolin
And when the music started, wasn't nobody sitting down
My cousin Tiny weighed 304
Played the bass so hard that the yard was flowing

And I betcha they heard us having a good time all the way up town
The week was over and the work was done
Saturday night was for having fun
We loved them good time Saturday nights

We let the good times roll on
We love the good times