The moon comes up and the sun goes down
we find a little spot on the edge of town
twist off, sip a little, pass it around
dance in the dust, turn the radio up
and that fireball whiskey whispers temptation in my ear
it's a feelin' alright, Saturday night,
and that's how we do it round here,
yeah, that's how we do it round here.

(Source: lukebry4n)