Well, the women are foxy and lowdown
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They all like to have a good time
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The men are sneaky and no account
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They knock you in the head for a dime
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And Friday evening to Sunday night
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They stay stoned running blind
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Well the music starts getting right
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The people start getting tight
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Some fool started a fight
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That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
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There's a juke joint they call the Big Mama
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And a joint called Rising Sun
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You can have a good time
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But if you step outta line
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You damn sure better run
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Cause the sheriff stands six foot seven
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And he's a head whoopin' son of a gun
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Well the music starts getting right
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The people start getting tight
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Some fool started a fight
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That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
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Well it's five o'clock in the morning
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And the blues is all played out
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Just sitting here drinking whiskey from this coffee cup
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When the lights went out
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Well the music starts getting right
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The people start getting tight
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Some fool started a fight
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That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
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Music starts getting right
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The people start getting tight
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Some fool started a fight
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That's Sugar Hill Saturday Night
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Sugar Hill Saturday Night
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
