Sourthern Nights are Made for Loving Lyrics

Old man Jed lived in the woods

Raising hogs for a little money

Lives in a house made of timber

Side by side with his Girl Honey

Honey bakes cakes to sell in Town

While Jed would sleep all day

Till the night came rolling along

Then he went to the Bars to play songs

His songs tell the stories of lost souls

And broken dreams and feeling low

Couples soon fill the dance floor

And Two-step around really slow

Southern Nights are made for loving

Southern nights are made for fun

Stepping out hunting the good times

That's the best for these old sons

Drinking whiskey by the bottle

Loving ladies by the score

And still looking for some more

Pool sticks on the wall will soon be gone

Bets are on the table players ready to go

Jed plays a little David Allen Coe

And the beer begins to flow

The lights go dim as Big John walks in

John stands a full Six Foot Four

Jed danced with John's wife Betty last night

And John is ready for a fight

Well old Jed is a real-life cowboy

Honed by working cattle Jed is ready

He does what he wants everyday

Yes, even dancing with John's wife Betty

Southern Nights are made for loving

Southern nights are made for fun

Stepping out hunting the good times

That's the best for these old sons

Drinking whiskey by the bottle

Loving ladies by the score

And still looking for some more

First punch is thrown by Big John

That Misses the mark

Jed lands one on the chin

Big John puts on a big grin

John hits Jed real hard

Jed crumbles like ten-day old bread

Jed comes up with a Billy club

Upside ole Big John's head

Big John collapses and goes down

Oh what a thundering sound

Old John has turned a page

Theres more to fighting then just age

John is going to the Hospital now

The bars still full and time moves on

Jed goes over the Jukebox

Puts on Betty's favorite song

Turn and takes her to the Dance floor

Gives Betty one more ride

Your Cheating Heart is the song

And she just follows along

Southern Nights are made for loving

Southern nights are made for fun

Stepping out hunting the good times

That's the best for these old sons

Drinking whiskey by the bottle

Loving ladies by the score

And still looking for some more

Honey has no clue What she can do

Jed's not the marrying kind

He'll always run around

And she'll be left behind