Friday At Five Lyrics by John Michael Montgomery

Friday At Five Lyrics

    (jimmy stewart/george teren)

    Got some cash in my pocket
    And it's burning a hole
    Got the boss on my back
    And it's getting real old
    This week's been hell
    But i'll party it out of my mind
    From friday at five
    Till sunday at closing time

    Ain't a punching no clock
    Ain't a making no plans
    Need a girl on my arm
    And a beer in my hands
    I'm tight as drum
    But i'm gonna cut loose and unwind
    From friday at five
    Till sunday at closing time

    Got some pretty little women waiting on me
    To shake up this sleepy old town
    That's one job i take seriously
    I wouldn't dream of letting them down

    Got a call from my ex
    And she's asking for more
    I'm late with the rent
    And the wolf's at the door
    But thats gonna be
    The furthest thing from my mind
    From friday at five
    Till sunday at closing time

    Got some pretty little women waiting on me
    To shake up this sleepy old town
    That's one job i take seriously
    I wouldn't dream of letting them down

    It might take me all week
    To get back on my feet
    But i know i'll be alright
    From friday at five
    Till sunday at closing time
    From friday at five
    Till sunday at closing time

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