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 rightSo 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 HankWell 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 hereThen 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, 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
'Cause 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 shineThen Billy jumped up in the back of his 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
He said it's up to you what you want to do
Lock them up or leave 'em aloneWell that old man said
"I sure have done my share of raisin' hell"
And I ain't to old to raise it with y'all
And he let out a rebel yellHe 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
Well, it's Friday night in Dixie
Can't hold it in, Lord, let it all hang out"You know it's Friday night in Dixie and we're gonna have some fun
'Cause anything goes till the rooster crows and we feel 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 don't hold it in
Come on let it all hang out
Yeah, let it all hang out
All night long