Friday Night Lyrics

Same old story just a tailgate party

Country girl from a different small town

Heard his name heard a couple of stories

Thought what the hell so she came to find out

Pickup kissing in an old box Chevy

Spilled his drink on her favorite pair of jeans

Tell by her smile that it didn't seem matter

Who 'da known where the night would lead

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield

Burning up in that midnight air

Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night

Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight

A country boy and girl and some homemade wine

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night

From holding hands and dancing round the bonfire

To counting stars in the back of his truck

Feeling free living in the moment

Holding back but pushing their luck

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield

Burning up in that midnight air

Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night

Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight

A country boy and girl and some homemade wine

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night

This time it felt a little different

Something neither of them could explain

Stuck around for a couple more Fridays

Since then nothings been the same

Sparks were flying in a Kansas cornfield

Burning up in that midnight air

Leaning in for a kiss but both unaware

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday night

Beat up old guitar in the pale moonlight

A country boy and girl and some homemade wine

Yeah

Sometimes falling in love starts on a Friday Night