Lyrics Every Other Friday At Five - Trace Adkins

Every Other Friday At Five

One out of two ain’t gonna make it
Those are the odds these days
And in a world of statistics, he’s left tryin' to survive
Until every other Friday, at five
He counts the days and then the hours
Till he can hold his babies in his arms
And they’ll be watchin' out the window, when he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday, at five
For forty-eight hours, they’re with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he’s out of time
Some folks call him a deserter, but his kids know he’ll arrive
On every other Friday, at five
So let’s not put them in the middle
And play tug-of-war with their little hearts
But let mamas and daddies, smile hello and wave goodbye
On every other Friday, at five
For forty-eight hours, they’re with him again
But on Sunday afternoon he’s out of time
And some folks call him a deserter, but his kids know he’ll arrive
On every other Friday, at five
And they’ll be watchin' out the window, when he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday, at five