It's Friday
There's a place in town where we all hang out
Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
When the sun sets low on Friday
From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee
From the West Coast down to Myrtle Beach
And every little town here in between
Yeah, we know how to party on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will return
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (haha)
Well, I like my job, but I love my friends
So, you know where I'll be when the work week ends
At the little country tavern just around the bend
When the sun sets low on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will return
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday, ha!
Yes, man
There's a place in town where we all hang out
Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
When the sun sets low on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Nah, tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (yea, woo-hoo)
Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
When the sun sets low on Friday
From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee
From the West Coast down to Myrtle Beach
And every little town here in between
Yeah, we know how to party on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will return
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (haha)
Well, I like my job, but I love my friends
So, you know where I'll be when the work week ends
At the little country tavern just around the bend
When the sun sets low on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will return
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday, ha!
Yes, man
There's a place in town where we all hang out
Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
When the sun sets low on Friday
And the band plays on and the taps they flow
The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
A come a Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Nah, tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (yea, woo-hoo)
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Writer(s): Dean Brody
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