NOW I GOT THE CAR BUT SHE’S GOT THE KEYS
SOME KINDA SPELL SHE PUT OVER ME
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I’D SEEN A SATURDAY NIGHT

CALL BIG JIM TO PLAY THAT FIDDLE
SIT BACK AND LAUGH A LITTLE
PLAY THEM HONKY TONK BLUES, PICK IT UP ‘TIL THE BEAT’S JUST RIGHT

SUMMERTIME, IN A COUNTRY TOWN ON SATURDAY NIGHT
WHERE THE AIR IS CLEAN AND THE GIRLS ARE GREEN
TURN IT UP DARLIN’ GET THAT GUITAR SCREAMIN’

WE GONNA TEAR IT UP, GONNA RIP IT UP
GONNA BLOW THE DOOR RIGHT OUTA THIS PUB
WE GONNA REV UP OUR ENGINES JUST TO HEAR THEM SIRENS RHYME

LET’S LOCK IT INTO A FOUR BEAT GROOVE
SIT DOWN HONEY WE GOT SOMETHIN’ TO PROVE
IT AIN’T HANK WILLAMS BUT I THINK WERE GONNA DO JUST FINE

SUMMERTIME IN A COUNTRY TOWN ON SATURDAY NIGHT WHERE YOU BETTER BELIVE’ SPECIALLY IF YOUR JUST EIGHTEEN, YOU GOTTA HOLD ON, YOU GOTTA HAVE YOUR DREAMS

NOW SHE’S FROM DOWNTOWN, HE’S FROM ALL AROUND
HE’S GOT AN OLD CHEVY STEPSIDE AND A NEW DEER RIFLE
SHE HATES THE WINTERS AND HE KEEPS ON ROLLIN’ HIS EYES

REMINDS ME, OF WHEN IN MY TEENS
I HAD NOTHIN’ BUT HOPE, NOTHIN’ BUT DREAMS
PRAYIN’ SOMEDAY THAT I’D GET OUT ALIVE

COUNTRY TOWN SATURDAY NIGHTC.91 Dave Erdmann
Knee Ridge Music / B.M.I.