Scott Miller - Ciderville Saturday Night lyrics

Well, I'm out on the dance floor having a good time Dancing with a girl who is not mine Her beau gets mad, and we shake hands And leave that barn as only best friends can Ciderville Saturday Night Sneak out to the car to smoke a little wood Makes the band sound better and the girls look good Just two sips from a Fort Marx jar Keeps the ba** sound round and the banjo sharp Ciderville Saturday Night On Saturday night the only thing I pray Is that my baby looks right and the cops the other way I'm headed back home to my own time With a CD changer and a strip mall shine A Saturday night Another Ciderville Saturday night