Louisiana Saturday Night

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I remember being young. 
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Hell I think i still am. 
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I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate 
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Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam. 
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That's the last thing I recall. 
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Hell I heard I had a ball. 
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I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars, 
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Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars. 
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Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are? 
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Is this my calling? 
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Am I falling? 
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Is this what I need? 

Pre-Chorus: 
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It goes boom lights come flashing through the window pane. 
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Let my arms throw my spirit in the pouring rain. 
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Said thats alright. 
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I must be runnin out of time. 
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What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday Night?



Solo: 

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Verse: 

Can i get a cigarette? 
Fuma-Fuma pass it over I ain't got a lighter 
What I do is use the stova-stova. 
Take another shower. 
Wipe it over rover chofer comin in a half an hour 
Through the back seat ain't called shotgun. 
Driver sittin crooked in the driver seat. 
Good God! Am I gonna die? 
Just another picture missing from the newspaper. 
See you later. 
Turn the funky radio up. 


Chorus 

Verse: 

I'm bored talkin bout the night 
Cuz we all know Louisiana sets it up right 
With the band playin front stage 
Never made the front page 
Livin off a dollar  
In the hopes I get a good wage. 
Shout out!Everybody clap. 
For the fine little girl in the second row back. 
With the blonde hair, mini-skirt 
Nice legs, tight shirt, 
Sippin off a beer like a true baton rouge should act. 

Chorus