Friday At Five Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Got some cash in my pocket 

And it's burnin' a hole 

Got the boss on my back 

And it's gettin' real old 

This week's been hell 

But I'll party it out of my mind 

From Friday at five 

Till Sunday at closin' time 

Ain't a punchin' no clock 

Ain't a makin' no plans 

Need a girl on my arm 

And a beer in my hand 

I'm tight as a drum 

But I'm gonna cut loose and unwind 

From Friday at five 

Till Sunday at closin' time 

Got some pretty little women waitin' on me 

To shake up this sleepy old town 

That's one job I take seriously 

I wouldn't dream of lettin' them down 

Got a call from my ex 

And she's askin' for more 

I'm late with the rent 

And the wolf's at the door 

But that's gonna be 

The furthest thing from my mind 

From Friday at five 

Till Sunday at closin' time 

Got some pretty little women waitin' on me 

To shake up this sleepy old town 

That's one job I take seriously 

I wouldn't dream of lettin' them down, ohhh 

It might take me all week 

To get back on my feet 

But I know I'll be alright 

From Friday at five 

Till Sunday at closin' time 

From Friday at five 

Till Sunday at closin' time 

Yeah eee yeah, I'm outta here