There's a place in town where we all hang out
The country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we're quite the crowd
Oh, when the sun sets low on Friday
From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee
A merry little country to the hairs on a tree
And every little town here in-between
Oh, we know how to party on a Friday
And the band plays on and the beer, it flows
Boss man's yelling but we've all gone home
Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Yeah, yeah, alright
Oh, I have my job but I love my friends
You know where I'll be when the work week ends
A little country tavern just around the bend
Oh, when the sun sets low on Friday, alright
And the band plays on and the beer, it flows
Boss man's yelling but we've all gone home
Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
There's a place in town where we all hang out
The country girls go and the boys get loud
When the whistle blows, we're quite the crowd
When the suns sets low on Friday
And the band plays on and the beer, it flows
Boss man's yelling but we've all gone home
Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
And the band plays on and the beer, it flows
Boss man's yelling but we've all gone home
Monday morning, I will atone
But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Yeah!
Whoa-oh, yeah
Yeah!
Take it home, boys
Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
Tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday