"Live From The South" lyrics

Live from the south
It's Saturday night
All the crickets in the trees
And the birds and the bees
Doing their thing, getting long gone after midnight

Ooh, and the band keeps playing
And we're swinging to that Dixieland Delight
Down here on the south side of that Mason-Dixon line
It's Saturday night

Oh, she is sweet like Alabama, sipping on that Tennessee
She got a hankering for a good time, so she turning up the Keith
She likes the way that southern comfort holds her while she's holding me
She been giving me them eyes you only given when it's time to fly, now
Oh, she's on her way to falling for a rambling man
She's doing the best she can, but the girl can't help it

Live from the south
It's Saturday night
All the crickets in the trees
And the birds and the bees
Doing their thing, getting long gone after midnight
All night

And the band keeps playing
And we're swinging to that Dixieland Delight
Down here on the south side of that Mason-Dixon line
It's a Saturday night

Oh, it's a Saturday night, woo

Aw, yeah

Live from the south, Lord
It's a Saturday night
All them crickets in the trees
And the birds and the bees
Getting loaded after midnight
All right

Oh, and the band keeps playing
And you're swinging to that Dixieland Delight
Down here on the south side of that Mason-Dixon line
Oh, where the muddy Mississippi meets the pine
It's a Saturday night