One More Saturday Night Composer(s): Bob Weir; Robert Hunter Performer(s): Grateful Dead; Bees Make Honey; Kingfish; David Murray; The Persuasions
I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine I looked up into heaven, lord I saw a mighty sign Writ in fire across the heaven, plain as black and white Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight
Chorus Uh huh, hey, Saturday night One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night
Everybody's dancing down at the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery Temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly
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I turn on Channel Six, the President comes on the news Says I got no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues His wife says don't get crazy, Lord you know what to do Just crank that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes
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Then God way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth Thought he'd have a big old party, thought he'd call it planet earth Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes When the rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun
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