Hammering a nail.

Stacking them bales.

I'm dog-tired by the five o'clock hour, but I'm ready to raise some hell.

And Jesse's getting ready.

I'm gassing up the Chevy.

I'm gonna pick her up at six, I hope she's gonna wear them jeans with the tear that her momma never fixed.

The moon comes up and the sun goes down.

We find a little spot on the edge of town.

Twist off, sip a little, pass it around.

Dance in the dust, turn the radio up.

And that fireball whiskey whispers temptation in my ear.

It's a feeling alright, Saturday night, and that's how we do it 'round here.

Yeah that's how we do it 'round here!

Mud on the grips.

Wild cherry on her lips.

I've been working and trying and flirting and dying for an all night kinda kiss.

And country on the boom box.

And candles on the toolbox.

I'm doing everything right, got the country boy charm, turn it all the way on tonight.

Yeah the moon comes up and the sun goes down.

We find a little spot on the edge of town.

Twist off, sip a little, pass it around.

Dance in the dust, turn the radio up.

And that fireball whiskey whispers temptation in my ear.

It's a feeling alright, Saturday night, and that's how we do it 'round here.

Yeah that's how we do it 'round here.

Yeah the moon comes up, and the sun goes down.

We find a little spot on the edge of town.

Twist off, sip a little, pass it around.

Dance in the dust, turn the radio up.

And that fireball whiskey whispers temptation in my ear.

It's a feeling alright, Saturday night, and that's how we do it 'round here.

Yeah that's how we do it 'round here!

Come on!

Yeah that's how we do it 'round here!