And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Oh, baby, I want to come home to you Baby, I got to get home to you Days and and nights feeling so blue Lord, I just don't know what I'm gonna do Oh Oh, baby, I wanna come home Oh Oh, baby, I you're one thousand miles away Baby, you're just one thousand miles away

Waiting to wake up one day and and find That I let all these years go by Oh Oh, I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing The still of the morning, the color of the night night I ain't spending no more time Oh Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded Standing at the back door

And all of the nights and and all of the days Yeah we’re watching them fading away And And oh what a life when you’re rolling the dice When I’m gambling all of the time And And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I’m leaving now Sweet escape I just need you now Cold light wakes me in

Call my job And And today I got a 1000 bugs Tell the boss I won't be in I said, call my job To tell my boss I won't be in Oh Oh, you can tell him I'm sick Tell him anything But I just had too much weekend 'Cause Saturday night night I caught the horses

Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

Place your past into a book By your side, by your side We're letting go tonight! Yesterday is gone and and you will be OK Burn the pages, let 'em cook oh oh Yesterday is dead and and gone and and so today Burn the pages, let 'em cook So don't worry, don't worry I'm

Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day

Red dirt roads and and big tire toys, Country girls and and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County

Go ahead and and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, day, maybe one day This a good night night to dance on me Oh Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and and pick up all this cash If anybody know