Every Saturday night, y'all, 'bout sundown

Country people in wagons, they be coming from miles around

And they're drinking corn liquor from a Mason fruit jar

And old men keep plucking, plucking that bass string guitar

Good ol' pig feet and barbecue (Pig feet and barbecue)

Good ol' catfish and homemade brew

And I got me some butter beans and chitterlings too (Butter beans and chitterlings too)

Every Saturday night, y'all, y'all, y'all

Let me hear

Every Saturday night, I get in my sin

And as long as I'm able, I'm gon' the same thing again, y'all know that, don't you?

My head gets so bad, it's a doggone shame

Y'all know I be so tore down, I don't even know my name

Good ol' pig feet, y'all (Pig feet and barbecue)

Oh, good ol' catfish and homemade brew

I have me some butter beans and chitterlings too (Butter beans and chitterlings too)

Oh, every Saturday night

Wait a minute

Monday morning (Monday) is the day I plow (Hey, hey)

And then Tuesday (Tuesday), I gotta milk the cow, y'all know about that, don't you? (Hey, hey)

Whoa, Wednesday (Wednesday), I have to walk the dog (Hey, hey)

Then Thursday (Thursday), I gotta slop the hog, now I ain't ashamed (Hey, hey)

Oh, Friday (Friday), good Friday (Friday)

Girls, what's the sixth day of the week? (Friday) Oh, Friday (Friday)

Woo, Friday (Friday), when my work is done (Friday)

I realize I've got one more night before Saturday comes

Good ol' pig feet, y'all (Pig feet and barbecue)

Good ol' catfish and homemade brew

Nothing like Oklahoma chalk, is it, though

With butter beans and chitterlings too (Butter beans and chitterlings too)

Oh, every Saturday night

Standard meal, there's enough to go around

'Cause we be doing it

All night long

Come Sunday morning, I still be going strong

Yes, I do, come on

Yeah, and let yourself go

Every Saturday night

You know we gon' lock it down

Do it

Yeah, ain't nothing wrong with it

Get it, oh