John Hardy, American Country Hits, Country Hit Superstars, Country Music All-Stars Бодрое кантри: Выходные

Punched the clock at the mill right at five fifteen
Got the grease on my hands and my denim jeans
Throw my boots in the back of the Chevrolet
We've been working too hard just to waste today

So let the fiddle cry and the guitars ring
We got cold beer waiting and a song to sing
Out by the bonfire kicking up the dirt
Goodbye to the boss and the weekly hurt
Yeah, it's Friday night and we're ruling this town
We ain't ever slowing down

Got the coolers loaded tight in the tailgate bed
Jenny's wearing those boots and a dress of red
The stars are popping up like diamonds in the dark
Gonna light a little fire from a little spark

So let the fiddle cry and the guitars ring
We got cold beer waiting and a song to sing
Out by the bonfire kicking up the dirt
Goodbye to the boss and the weekly hurt
Yeah, it's Friday night and we're ruling this town
We ain't ever slowing down

Yeah, kick up the dirt
Friday night, alright!