Help me make it through the night night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and and gone And And tomorrow's out of sight And And it's sad to be alone

You got me workin' workin' day and and night night You got me workin' day and and night (that's why) And I'll be workin' From sun up to midnight How can you live girl 'cause love for us was meant to be (well) Some other guy instead of me (ooh)

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh Oh oh oh it’s the Saturday night night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

I been alone I never change I never will I'm so afraid the way I feel Days when the rain and and the sun are gone Black as night night Agony's torn at my heart too long Slip and and I fall and and I die.

Yeah yeah yeah oh oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in

Oh, baby, I want to come home to you Baby, I got to get home to you Days and and nights feeling so blue Lord, I just don't know what I'm gonna do Oh Oh, baby, I wanna come home Oh Oh, baby, I you're one thousand miles away Baby, you're just one thousand miles away

Baby you look good Like oh oh, the way you move to the bass Whole room gets to spinnin' from the second that you walk in And And baby you look good all day, day, all night night You look good, so fresh, so fine You look good, got everybody watching you like cameras in

And all of the nights and and all of the days Yeah we’re watching them fading away And And oh what a life when you’re rolling the dice When I’m gambling all of the time And And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I’m leaving now Sweet escape I just need you now Cold light wakes me in

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh Oh oh oh it’s the Saturday night night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy