Its Friday night, the bar is starting to sexy senorita is fillin up my mug Big John Brandt, hes the floor Hell buy you a drink and then hell pound two
Coyotes, they are as they dance on the bar Bells ringin as they fill up the jar Local are rowdy and theyre startin to howl Belly are firin, man, it burns going down
Me and the band, we to have some fun And we stop playin till the last bottles done
Lets all get away, life a holiday Southern Comfort till the sun comes up Lets all celebrate, call will have to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
the clock hits 12, the drinks are two for one Its a guaranteed good time for Spendin our paychecks, chuggin down necks Raise a hell, yeah, have a little fun
Steppin on peanuts, out nice, what? I didnt say it but you what I mean The bands still strong, everybody sing along California', 'Sweet Home Alabama'
Lets all get away, life a holiday Drink Southern till the sun comes up all celebrate, last call will have to wait Hey bartender let the whiskey
Dont to hop on a plane Or down to Montego Bay Yeah, the partys right with me and the boys Let the fall, come on, make some noise
Lets all get away, make life a Drink Southern Comfort till the sun up Lets all celebrate, last call have to wait Hey bartender let the fall
Hey (Hey bartender) Hey (Hey bartender)
We're our paychecks (Hey bartender) We're down long necks (Hey bartender)
Yeah, we're raise a hell, yeah (Raise hell, yeah) Yeah, 'Sweet Home ('Sweet Alabama')
And everybody's and there's no last call Hey bartender let the fall