Top Songs By BERTHA: Grateful Drag
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BERTHA: Grateful Drag
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Weir
Songwriter
Lyrics
I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine
Looked up into Heaven, Lord, I saw a mighty sign
Writ in fire across the heaven, plain as black and white
Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight
Uh-huh, hey, Saturday night
Hey, uh-huh, one more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Everybody's dancing down the local armory
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery
The temperature keeps rising, everybody gettin' high
Come the rocking stroke of midnight, whole place is gonna fly
Uh-huh, hey, Saturday night
Hey, uh-huh, one more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Turn on Channel Six, the president comes on the news
Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues
His wife say "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do
Crank up that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes
Uh-huh, hey, Saturday night, yeah
Hey, uh-huh, one more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Then God way up in Heaven, for whatever it was worth
Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it Planet Earth
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes
When the rock and roll music meets the rising, shining sun
Uh-huh, hey, Saturday night, yeah
Hey, uh-huh, one more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Watch me now
Hey, another Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
Hey, look, well, ain't that right?
Hey, another Saturday night
One more Saturday, one more Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
Oh, yeah
Hey, another Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
One more Saturday, one more Saturday night, oh
Hey, another Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
One more Saturday, one more Saturday night, ah, yeah
Written by: Bob Weir