| There’s a place in town where we all hang out
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| Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
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| Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd
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| When the sun sets low on Friday
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| From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee
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| From the west coast down to myrtle beach
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| And every little town here in between
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| We know how to party on Friday
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| And the band plays on and the taps they flow
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| The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home
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| A come a Monday morning I will atone
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| But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday
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| Well I have my job but I love my friends
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| So you know where I’ll be when the work week ends
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| At the little country tavern just around the bend
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| When the sun sets low on Friday
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| There’s a place in town where we all hang out
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| Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
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| Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd
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| When the sun sets low on Friday
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| And the band plays on and the taps they flow
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| The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home
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| A come a Monday morning I will atone
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| But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday
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| But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday
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| But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday |