i feel uptight on a Saturday Night , Nine o clock the radios the only light, l hear my song and pulls it through , it comes on strong tells me what i got to do, Get up everybody gonna move their feet, Get down everybody gonna leave their seats, From the letters i wrote they think I'm fine, But day by day i make the cars by night i make bars, If the only they could read between the lines, After all these years i find I've just been wasting time, So I just think I'll take my foolish pride, And put it on a Southbound freight and ride,