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Let's Kill Saturday Night
Robbie Fulks Lyrics


Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a forty-hour week
Leaves ten to blow
But every game in this town
Is just a nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down
It feels like the last time

So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going

I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.

Well the little man's lot
Is a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Something in the big frame's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a twenty inch tube
And a fenced-in yard

But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.

I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.

Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: ROBERT WILLIAMS FULKS

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buellosaurusrex

Ever hear one of those songs that shoots you right between the eyes and blows you right out of the saddle? Perfect hook, perfect vocal harmonies, drum with a wicked backbeat and guitar tone to kill for? All fronted with a hyper-energetic singer belting out lyrics from the heart that speak to the average joe? Yeah, this is the one.

Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a 40-hour week
Leaves 10 to blow
But every game in this town
Is just a nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down
It feels like the last time

So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going

I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.

Well the little man's lot
Is a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Something in the big frame's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a 20 inch tube
And a fenced-in yard

But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting

Christian Golden

Great comment!

TedSilar

Robbie hated the process of making this album. And yet it is so wonderful. The ironies of life.

Christian Golden

But give me one night
With the moon high and the radio poundin
And brother this town this town's gonna go down, kickin and shoutin

the breadman

Just when you think this song could kick any more ass, along comes that glorious guitar solo.

Aljoshaaa

great artist, mucho thnxxx for posting :)))

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