Frank Foster - Flyin' Down The Highway lyrics

Well it's a Saturday night down in Dixie Shots full of rhythm and whiskey And what do ya know it's time to play Grab your boots and jump off the tour bus There's a rowdy crowd waiting on us Somebody show me to the stage Give me the mic and put me in the spot light 'Cause everybody came here to get right And them blue collar boys just got paid We'll be rockin till the break of day Then flyin' on down the highway We came to give you more for your money Some southern rock and some outlaw country And don't forget about my solid gold That ol hundred round of crown has been took in I got music like Momma's home cookin Lord it just feels good in your soul So turn it on and crank it up to twelve son We're gonna kick like daddy's old pump gun We're getting paid then we're gettin on down the road We'll be rockin till the break of day Then flyin on down the highway We'll be rockin till the break of day We'll be rockin till the break of day Then flying on down the highway Hey now mister bartender A roughneck don't need a blender Son pop a top on something cold And grab a few for me and the fella's And that gal in the sunshine yellow With a thousand eyes that are out of control And if she needs to get her another Just later on down a dirt road brother I'm gonna take her to a spot that nobody knows Rock with her to the break of day Then fly on down the highway We'll be rockin till the break of day We'll be rockin till the break of day Then flyin on down the highway