Friday Night

Same old story just a tailgate party
Country girl from a different small town
Heard his name heard a couple of stories
Thought what the hell so she came to find out
Pickup kissing in an old box Chevy
Spilled his drink on her favorite pair of jeans
Tell by her smile that it didn't seem matter
Who 'da known where the night would lead

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield
Burning up in that midnight air
Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night
Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight
A country boy and girl and some homemade wine
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night

From holding hands and dancing round the bonfire
To counting stars in the back of his truck
Feeling free living in the moment
Holding back but pushing their luck

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield
Burning up in that midnight air
Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night
Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight
A country boy and girl and some homemade wine
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night

This time it felt a little different
Something neither of them could explain
Stuck around for a couple more Fridays
Since then nothings been the same

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield
Burning up in that midnight air
Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night
Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight
A country boy and girl and some homemade wine
Yeah
Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Biggs
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