Good-Time Saturday Night

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 sittin' down My cousin Tiny weighed 304 Played the bass so hard that the yard was flowing And I betcha they heard us havin' 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) [Instrumental Break] (Come on Tiny, hook that thing brother) [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 sittin' down My cousin Tiny weighed 304 Played the bass so hard that the yard was flowing And I betcha they heard us havin' 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