DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

All through the night The day is my enemy, the night my friend For I'm always so alone 'Till the day draws to an end But when the sun goes down And the moon comes through To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you I delight in your love

All through the night, The day is my enemy, the night my friend, For I'm always so alone till the day draws to an end, But when the sun goes down and the moon comes through, To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you. I delight in your

You gotta dig your roots And get a little more dirt on my boots 'For the sun comes down Show some love back to your hometown Fall in love, plant some seeds Carve some names in the family tree Raise your kids, love your wife Put God first, just to live

Just when I thought our chance had passed You go and save the best for last Sometimes the snow comes down in June Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon And now we're standing face to face Isn't this world a crazy place Sometimes the very thing you're

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

(ang on) got to go Preview what they ought a know Keep your head down and fucking die (Wake up) rise and shine Gotta take another pint Dig heads and watch out for the night When the sun comes down and the moon comes up in the sky The battle of the day

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a