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Artiste:
Black Stone Cherry
Titre:
Southern Fried Friday Night
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Well I smoke, I drank And took it back it makes me think And once I learned to live I hid in the sticks We've just got one real life I'm running every time I go to see my girl She's the hottest in this world 'Bout to get a clue Imma pour some bourbon, y'all It's Southern-fried Friday night Everything is all right Raise a little hell While we're shooting at the moonlight Loud as we wanna We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow 'Cause we're crazy, crazy Rolling down a dirt road Spitting out the window Kick it into four-low And watch it blow the black smoke This is the country life On Southern-fried Friday night (Yeah, I'm gonna tell you what I like now) I said skirts and boots Little redneck attitudes A tattoo or three Well that's just fine with me We got that music [?] Tonight we own this town They say [?] What you get is what you see Put your best shirt on And pour some bourbon, y'all Awe, shit! It's Southern-fried Friday night Everything is all right Raise a little hell While we're shooting at the moonlight Loud as we wanna We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow 'Cause we're crazy, crazy Rolling down a dirt road Spitting out the window Kick it into four-low And watch it blow the black smoke This is the country life On Southern-fried Friday night If you find yourself just passin' through Ain't got nothing else better to do Stop right in We'll show you how we do A Southern-fried Friday night Everything is all right Raise a little hell While we're shooting at the moonlight Loud as we wanna We're ain't thinking 'bout tomorrow 'Cause we're crazy, crazy Rolling down a dirt road Spitting out the window Kick it into four-low And watch it blow the black smoke This is the country This is our county This is just what we like A Southern-fried Friday night