On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot Dan dropped in about five o'clock Took off his coat, said "The night is short." He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops are gone. Let's all get Dixie fried."
Dan got happy and he started raving He jerked out a razor, but he wasn't shaving And all the cats knew to jump and hop He was born and raised in a butcher shop
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops is gone. Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried, yeah."
The cops heard Dan when he started to shout They all ran in to see what it was about And I heard him holler as they led him away He turned his head and this is what he had to say
Hollered, "Rave on children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops is gone. Let's all get Dixie fried, fried, fried." Scotty!
Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw And he let us all know he wasn't scared of the law Through the black crossed bars, tossed a note to his dear And it said "It ain't my fault, sugar, that I'm in here."
But He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone And I've been Dixie fried."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
