D Well a dollar I makeG Is a buck I oweD And a 40-hour weekG A Leaves 10 to blow [VERSE 2]D But every game in this townG Is just a nickel-and-dimeD And when the sun goes downG A It feels like the last time [PD CHORUS]F#m G D So down the main drag we ride with the engines openF#m G A If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going [CHORUS]D I've got the Mustang loadedG I've got a wrong to rightD I've got a little red bulletG A D Let's kill Saturday night.D Knock it out of its miseryG Nail that coffin tightD High living that's historyG A D Let's kill Saturday night. [VERSE 3]D Well the little man's lotG That’s a prince's lifeD A prince with a lousy jobG A A prince with a working wife [VERSE 4]D Somethin’ in the big frame movedG Oh, it never was so hardD To keep a 20-inch tubeG A And a fenced-in yard [PD CHORUS]F#m G D But give me one night with the moon high and the radio poundingF#m G A And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting. [CHORUS]D I've got the Mustang loadedG I've got a wrong to rightD I've got a little red bulletG A D Let's kill Saturday night.D Knock it out of its miseryG Nail that coffin tightD High living that's historyG A D Let's kill Saturday night. [INSTRUMENTAL] [CHORUS]D I've got the Mustang loadedG I've got a wrong to rightD I've got a little red bulletG A D Let's kill Saturday night.D Knock it out of its miseryG Nail that coffin tightD High living that's historyG A D Let's kill Saturday night.
Lets Kill Saturday Night
Robbie Fulks
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