It's Friday

There's a place in town where we all hang out
 Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
 When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
 When the sun sets low on Friday
 From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee
 From the West Coast down to Myrtle Beach
 And every little town here in between
 Yeah, we know how to party on Friday
 And the band plays on and the taps they flow
 The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
 A come a Monday morning, I will return
 But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (haha)
 Well, I like my job, but I love my friends
 So, you know where I'll be when the work week ends
 At the little country tavern just around the bend
 When the sun sets low on Friday
 And the band plays on and the taps they flow
 The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
 A come a Monday morning, I will return
 But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday, ha!
 Yes, man
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 There's a place in town where we all hang out
 Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
 When the whistle blows, we make quite the crowd
 When the sun sets low on Friday
 And the band plays on and the taps they flow
 The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home
 A come a Monday morning, I will atone
 But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
 Nah, tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday
 But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday (yea, woo-hoo)