| Another friday night
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| Guess I’ll put a clean shirt on and hitch a ride to town
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| No more work for two whole days, there’s no point hangin' around
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| Working on the road I sweat and ache
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| and cuss the pain but it sure does pass the time
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| Two days free and all I see other same old walls to climb
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| Guess I could fall by Moroe’s bar and maybe borrow Jacks guitar
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| And find a girl to sing to, Lord knows she’s what I’m longing
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| Eh, who am I kidding she can’t be, the sort of girl who’ll wait for me
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| And Sunday races in the kinda places I belong in
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| But I hold on to my dreams anyway
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| I’ll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times
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| While I dream of the good times coming by
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| Ten years out from home I joined the circus worked the fields
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| but I’ve never saved a dime
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| Never stayed in one place long 'less I was doin' time
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| Looking for my life I thought I found it once or twice but it turned out I was
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| wrong
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| Heard the music and learned the dance to someone else’s song
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| I’ve had men tell me be content to spend your life for food and rent and
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| give up trying they say life’s a dying jailer
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| I just tell them I’d do alright still it’s rough on Friday night
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| But there is time for thinking I spend it drinking up my failure
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| But I hold on to my dreams anyway
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| I’ll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times
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| while I dream of the good times coming by |