The Sheepdogs

Saturday Night


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I'm hanging on to my mind now baby
I'm barely keeping control
I'll lock those doors and run out now, child
Gotta let it roll, roll

Don't let those good times grow cold
I got to get away, yeah, yeah

It must be Saturday night
And the feeling is right
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night

We got to fight our way out now baby
But we're just digging a hole
We got to keep it together somehow
Gotta let it roll, roll

Don't let those good times go
I got to get away, yeah, yeah

It must be Saturday night
And the feeling is right
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night

It must be Saturday night
And the feeling is right
S-S-S-Saturday night
S-S-S-Saturday night


Writer/s: Ewan Currie