One More Saturday Night

Lyrics By: Bob Weir Music By: Bob Weir

I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine I 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 One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night

Everybody's dancing down at the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery Temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly

I turn on Channel Six, the President comes on the news Says I got no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues His wife says don't get crazy, Lord you know what to do Just crank that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes

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 rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun