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. . It's 3 A.M. and the air is getting thin and all the patrons have gone on to meet their daily end Ken the bartender is stocking beer for the weekend now is near You know it as a rite , you call it Saturday night Ray comes in and unslings his axe And goes through his numerous picks Turns the amps on and lights a *** with a yellow Bic Then thumps the microphone to see if on before he hits a lick He's getting ready for Saturday night when everyone gets on thick There is cocktail Mary coming in she sits right down and yells at Ken , "Make it a tonic and gin!" Ken nods and fills a glass cursing beneath his breath "I swear gin will be her death." He loves and hates Saturday night , but all good things have there bite Ray hits a hard chord Makes it wail in pain Then he turns to the amp and adjusts the gain Then one more stroke pops a string he without a word changes out the thing Then he let's lose Like an Ace on duce and my how he does his thing Staying steady , Getting ready , For the magic known as Saturday night
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
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. . It's 3 A.M. and the air is getting thin and all the patrons have gone on to meet their daily end Ken the bartender is stocking beer for the weekend now is near You know it as a rite , you call it Saturday night Ray comes in and unslings his axe And goes through his numerous picks Turns the amps on and lights a *** with a yellow Bic Then thumps the microphone to see if on before he hits a lick He's getting ready for Saturday night when everyone gets on thick There is cocktail Mary coming in she sits right down and yells at Ken , "Make it a tonic and gin!" Ken nods and fills a glass cursing beneath his breath "I swear gin will be her death." He loves and hates Saturday night , but all good things have there bite Ray hits a hard chord Makes it wail in pain Then he turns to the amp and adjusts the gain Then one more stroke pops a string he without a word changes out the thing Then he let's lose Like an Ace on duce and my how he does his thing Staying steady , Getting ready , For the magic known as Saturday night
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest
75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
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