Friday Night Lyrics

Yeah got a call bout quarter past five

Worked all week, thought I wouldn't survive

Planned to bed by nine

Till my buddy said they're headin out to the pines

Put on my jeans and grabbed my boots

With a little Jack Daniels ready to shoot

Told my buddy I'll sleep when I'm dead

Cause you don't need a honkytonk to paint the town red

So grab a case of Miller Lite

Yeah, put her on ice

Strummin' that six string just right

In the mood to roll the dice

Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight

She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice

Yeah, Forecast calling for a hell of a Friday night

So I crank the truck, throw it in drive

Don't think I've ever felt more alive

Pull up next to the ol' river bank

Stepped out to the sound of "someone get him a drank"

Bunch of blue collar boys and pretty blonde girls

Singing along to George and Merle

Cracked a cold one, grabbed the pine top

Said y'all keep singing we ain't ever gonna stop

So grab a case of Miller Lite

Yeah put her on ice

Strumming that six string just right

In the mood to roll the dice

Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight

She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice

Yeah, Forecast calls for a hell of a Friday night

So grab a case of Miller Lite

Yeah put her on ice

Strumming that six string just right

In the mood to roll the dice

Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight

She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice.

Yeah, Forecast calls for a hell of a Friday night