| Song | One More Saturday Night |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Europe '72 [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Weir | |
| I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine, | |
| Looked up in the heaven, Lord I saw a mighty sign, | |
| Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white: | |
| Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, | |
| Hey Saturday night! | |
| Everybody's dancin' down the local armory | |
| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. | |
| The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high; | |
| Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the place is gonna fly. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 them rockin' shoes." | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 rollin' music meets the risin', shinin' sun. |
| zuo ci : Weir | |
| I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine, | |
| Looked up in the heaven, Lord I saw a mighty sign, | |
| Writt' n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white: | |
| Get prepared, there' s gonna be a party tonight. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, | |
| Hey Saturday night! | |
| Everybody' s dancin' down the local armory | |
| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. | |
| The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high | |
| Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the place is gonna fly. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 them rockin' shoes." | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 rollin' music meets the risin', shinin' sun. |
| zuò cí : Weir | |
| I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine, | |
| Looked up in the heaven, Lord I saw a mighty sign, | |
| Writt' n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white: | |
| Get prepared, there' s gonna be a party tonight. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh one more Saturday night, | |
| Hey Saturday night! | |
| Everybody' s dancin' down the local armory | |
| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery. | |
| The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin' high | |
| Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the place is gonna fly. | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 them rockin' shoes." | |
| Uhuh, Hey! Saturday Night! | |
| Yeh, uhuh 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 rollin' music meets the risin', shinin' sun. |