friday night in dixie

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 them 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 and he shot it up into the air

he said you 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"