Intro] Yeah... Five o'clock, Friday afternoon... You know where we're headed. [Verse 1] Clock struck five, I was already gone, Boots hit the floor and the radio on, Got a full tank of gas and a pocket full of cash, Gonna make this Friday one hell of a blast. Buddy in the passenger seat, cooler in the back, Little bit of country coming through the Cadillac, Sun dropping low on a two-lane road, And that neon sign's got the welcome glow. [Pre-Chorus] There's a band warming up inside, Pretty girls laughing and the doors open wide, I ain't looking for trouble, but trouble's alright, When you're young at heart on a Friday night. [Chorus] It's another Friday night, Another six-pack underneath the barroom lights, Another pretty little thing saying, "Hey, what's your name?" Another country song gonna start up the flame. There's a steel guitar crying and a jukebox loud, Two-step kicking up a little dust in the crowd, Tomorrow I'll swear I'm gonna get it right, But tonight I'm living for another Friday night. [Verse 2] She walked in wearing blue jeans tight, Boots on her feet and a smile just right, She looked at me like she knew my game, I tipped my hat and told her my name. She said, "You dance?" I said, "Girl, I do," She grabbed my hand like she already knew, Band kicked off with a honky-tonk beat, And pretty soon we were burning up the floor with our feet. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the bartender knows what I like, The band knows how to make that guitar bite, And every time that chorus rolls around, Everybody in the room starts singing it loud. [Chorus] It's another Friday night, Another six-pack underneath the barroom lights, Another pretty little thing saying, "Hey, what's your name?" Another country song gonna start up the flame. There's a steel guitar crying and a jukebox loud, Two-step kicking up a little dust in the crowd, Tomorrow I'll swear I'm gonna get it right, But tonight I'm living for another Friday night. [Bridge] Monday's gonna come like it always does, Tuesday's gonna bring whatever it does, Wednesday's halfway, Thursday's almost gone, Then Friday comes rolling like an old freight train. So if you're sitting at home wondering what to do, There's a bar downtown with a stool waiting on you, Grab your boots, grab your girl, grab a friend, 'Cause Friday night only comes around once again. [Breakdown] Come on boys, turn that guitar loose! Come on girls, hit that dance floor! Bartender, line 'em up! We're just getting started! [Final Chorus] It's another Friday night, Another cold beer underneath the neon lights, Another pretty little country girl holding me tight, Another band playing everything just right. There's a steel guitar crying and a six-string roar, Boot heels knocking on that hardwood floor, If tomorrow brings trouble, it'll be alright, 'Cause right now we're living for another Friday night. [Outro] Yeah... another Friday night. One more song, one more beer, one more ride... And we'll worry about Monday when Monday gets here.
