This lyric is: #244

This one's a loud and rowdy honky-tonk.

Saturday Night
Words and music
(c)2002 Keith Sheasley


Verse 1
Out along the fault line
Up north of L.A.
A little honky-tonk sits down by the mill.
Long neck beers and tacos
And hot Friday nights,
If they don't kill ya then the Saturdays will.
Actors, freaks and cowboys
And biker boys in drag,
Lonesome ladies out for a thrill.
I guess they come because they're thirsty
Or maybe they've got
A couple hours or a lifetime to kill.
Some of them are looking
For liquor or love,
Because they've got some empty places to fill.
And when they find what they crave,
They might be lost or be saved,
But either way they're payin' the bill.

Verse 2
San Fernando Sally,
In feathers and lace,
Comes floating up behind the mike every night.
She sings about obsession,
And hot buttered love,
She sings about the dark and the light.
Deep inside the shadows
The band is playing low,
Smoky music nasty and tight.
And soon the temperature is rising
And Sally lets go
And lets illusion run where it might.
Outside in the desert coyotes howl at the moon
And outside creatures slither and bite,
But there inside at the bar,
People are what they are,
And everybody's doin' alright.
,,, Because it's

Chorus 1
Saturday night.
They're all just makin' it to Saturday night.
Between the black and the white
They do it all for Saturday night.

Saturday night.
They're all just fakin' it for Saturday night.
They all get loose and get tight
and get it on on Saturday night.

Verse 3
Down among the tables, the games have begun.
Sorting out the truths from the lies.
Groping in the darkness, searching for love,
Or maybe just a brief compromise.
Swaying to the music, and posing at the bar.
Offering their heart with their eyes.
They're all just trying hard to raise a little heaven or hell
In between hellos and goodbyes.
All of them are actors, they're playing their parts,
Hiding deep inside the disguise.
And when the games are all done
They might have lost or have won,

And when it's time to go home
They may be broke and alone

But when they've taken the pledge
They'll come right back to the edge

And do it all over again,

Right here next

Chorus 2
Saturday night.
We're all just makin' it to Saturday night.
Between the black and the white
We do it all for Saturday night.

Saturday night.
We're all just fakin' it for Saturday night.
We all get blind and get sight
And get it on on Saturday night.

Saturday night.
We're always shakin' it on Saturday night.
There ain't no wrong and no right,
There's only goddamn Saturday night.


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-01-2002).]