It's Friday

There's a place in town where we all hang out Where the country girls go and the boys get loud Yeah 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 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 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 There's a place in town where we all hang out Where the country girls go and the boys get loud Yeah 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 But tonight ain't Monday it's Friday But tonight ain't Monday it's Friday