Good-Time Saturday Night Jerry Reed

[Verse 1]
Well it was hard times back in the days when my daddy worked on the WPA
And us youngins, we had to pick cotton for a quarter a day
I used to get one pair of shoes every year my friend
And I wore my britches 'til the seat wore thin
And I learned to do without now and then

My daddy used to tell us youngins
"There's one thing sure, life's hell to pay when you're poor
'Cause just outside the door is the hard times"

And six days a week all day long
My daddy he worked 'til he ached to his bones
And the best we could ever do was just get along

But when I look back on those days my friend
I can see now how we made it back then
We just lived for the weekend
So we could have Saturday night

[Chorus]
Every Saturday night we'd all get together at Aunt Azalea's
And the party was never over 'til the crack of dawn
They put the table and chairs out on the porch
Put the coffee pot on the stove