Lyrics

Monday I was was draggin’, like a rusty old wagon
Tires all flat ‘n gotta dial on back this late night, redeye overtime habit
Tuesday, Wednesday, no better, Thursday, felt like forever
This struggle bus’s gotta lead to something
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
The week has worked me way too hard
Gonna toast you with a Pabst Blue
And thank the good lord for this bar
Maybe I’ll ask me a cowboy to dance
I think I see my chance
Staring from across the room
Lookin’ like he\'s in a dancing mood
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
Put my lips on your long neck drink a little of my paycheck
jackpot, jukebox When I hear that throwback
George Jones takes me way back, like a Kodak
And I’m smiling ‘cause you’re right on time, finally
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
The week has worked me way too hard
Gonna toast you with a Pabst Blue
And thank the good lord for this bar
Maybe I’ll ask me a cowboy to dance
I think I see my chance
Staring from across the room
Lookin’ like he\'s in a dancing mood
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
The week has worked me way too hard
Gonna toast you with a Pabst Blue
And thank the good lord for this bar
Maybe I’ll ask me a cowboy to dance
I think I see my chance
Staring from across the room
Lookin’ like he\'s in a dancing mood
Hello Friday, I could kiss you
Written by: Eric Burgett, Lonnie Fowler, Matt McClure, Sheyna Gee
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