That's one day when I'm with you I'm blue every Monday Thinking only of Sunday It seems I sigh all day Tuesday I cry all day Wednesday Oh my how I long for you And then comes Thursday, gee it's long it never goes by Friday makes me feel like I'm gonna

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above You haunt me With dreadful ease

I'll be reaching out Living my life without you Everything is lonely and I need you Living my life forever Watching every day go by, living in a foolish game Just the way I feel today Never hear a single word, living in a lullaby Praying every tear I cry

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday 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, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Everyday without you in my heart Everyday I'm fallin' apart And I know you know I think about you I gave in when you gave out You showed me the way to love There ain't no doubt Always together and never apart Disappeared, didn't say a word

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday 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, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

Come falling I turn you away I am the things that you fear My leap of faith without a sound Don't push my back against the wall When I feel it Withered away I see it Every day complacent Desecrates the fabric of lies

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday 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, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

God bless Amerika This so godless Amerika Will I die or go to jail today? Everybody wanna tell me what I need You can play a role in my life but not the lead Uh, my mind’s filled with mine fields The ashes fall, the wine spills The world stops, drops and