Another friday night
Guess I'll put a clean shirt on and hitch a ride to town
No more work for two whole days, there's no point hangin' around
Working on the road I sweat and ache
And cuss the pain but it sure does pass the time
Two days free and all I see other same old walls to climb
Guess I could fall by Moroe's bar and maybe borrow Jacks guitar
And find a girl to sing to, Lord knows she's what I'm longing
Eh, who am I kidding she can't be, the sort of girl who'll wait for me
And Sunday races in the kinda places I belong in
But I hold on to my dreams anyway
I'll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times
While I dream of the good times coming by
Ten years out from home I joined the circus worked the fields
But I've never saved a dime
Never stayed in one place long 'less I was doin' time
Looking for my life I thought I found it once or twice but it turned out I was wrong
Heard the music and learned the dance to someone else's song
I've had men tell me be content to spend your life for food and rent and
Give up trying they say life's a dying jailer
I just tell them I'd do alright still it's rough on Friday night
But there is time for thinking I spend it drinking up my failure
But I hold on to my dreams anyway
I'll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times
While I dream of the good times coming by