There was a cloud of dust down lonesome road one full moon Friday night The county sheriff and old man Jones had a feeling that it wasn't right So they followed a beer can trail and it took em' to the river bank There was girls and guys and four wheel drives and 500 watts of Hank Well that sheriff was packin' a .44, he shot it up in the air He said you're on private property people better move it on out of here Then a blue-eyed cutie with a wiggly walk come sliding up next to him She said, "There ain't no way you are gettin' us out so you might as well come on in."
She said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, time to have some fun Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun We're gonna party down to that country sound, you know what I'm talkin' about It's Friday night in Dixie can't hold it in let it all hang out."
Well the sheriff searched all the pickup trucks to see what he could find Some shotgun shells an old buck knife and a mason jar of shine Then Billy jumped up from the back of the truck and said, "Sheriff I do confess I stole that jar from old man Jones 'cause I heard that he made the best." Then the sheriff put down his pistol looked over at old man Jones "Said it's up to you what you wanna do lock them up or leave 'em alone?" Well that old man said, "I sure have done my share of raisin' hell And I ain't too old to raise it with y'all then he let out a rebel yell
He said, "It's Friday night in Dixie, it's time to have some fun Anything goes till the rooster crows and we see that southern sun We're gonna party down to that country sound, you know what I'm talkin' about It's Friday night in Dixie can't hold it in, Lord, cmon let it all hang out