Well, the women are foxy and lowdown
They all like to have a good time
The men are sneaky and no account
They knock you in the head for a dime
And Friday evening to Sunday night
They stay stoned running blind
Well the music starts getting right
The people start getting tight
Some fool started a fight
That’s Sugar Hill Saturday Night
There’s a juke joint they call the Big Mama
And a joint called Rising Sun
You can have a good time
But if you step out of line
You damn sure better run
Cause the sheriff stands six foot seven
And he’s a head whooping son of a gun
Well it’s five o’clock in the morning
And the blues is all played out
Just sitting here drinking whiskey
From this coffee cup
When the lights went out
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Charlie Daniels Lyrics – Sugar Hill Saturday Night