| Friday at five I lay down this old hammer
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| Trade in my hardhat for a red bandana
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| Knock off a long hard week
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| Slide my best boots on my feet
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| Work up that special number for tonight
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| It don’t pay the bills, but lord knows that I love it
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| And if I could I’d tell that boss to shove it
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| Work on my neon tan
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| Keep a cold one in my hand
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| Singing, «Roll me up and smoke me when I die»
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| So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
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| Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
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| Ice the long necks down
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| Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
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| And work on my Willie
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| Yeah, we love all the greats like Cash and Haggard
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| Songs from a time when music really mattered
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| But 'round here Willie’s king and everybody sings
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| You were always on my mind at closing time
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| So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
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| Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
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| Ice the long necks down
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| Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
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| And work on my Willie
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| My whiskey river weekend playing music with my friends
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| When Monday morning rolls around I’ll be on the road again
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| So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
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| Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
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| Ice the long necks down
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| Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
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| And work on my Willie
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| Ice the long necks down
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| Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
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| And work on my Willie |