| Get down the fiddle and break out the bow
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| Take off the gloves and throw down the hole
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| Worked hard all week my back is sore
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| It’s Friday night I’m ready to roar
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| Ready to roar, ready to roar
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| It’s five o’clock and I’m out that door
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| I’m hot and dusty, I’m tired and wore
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| But it’s Friday night and I’m ready to roar
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| I’ve been pickin' this up and puttin' that down
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| Tired of my boss bossin' me around
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| Changin' my clothes goin' into town
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| Find a little love and drink a little down
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| Ready to roar, ready to roar
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| It’s five o’clock and I’m out that door
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| I’m hot and dusty, I’m tired and wore
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| But it’s Friday night and I’m ready to roar
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| Well I picked up a lid from a friend of mine
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| And the man picked me up now I’m doin' time
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| But I’m out tomorrow and if you see my friend
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| Tell him meet me at the bar and we can try that again
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| He might not know me 'cause I’m low class
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| Tell him I’m the one with his head up his ass
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| Ready to roar, ready to roar
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| It’s five o’clock and I’m out that door
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| I’m hot and dusty, I’m tired and wore
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| But it’s Friday night and I’m ready to roar
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| One more |