There's a place in town where we all hang out.

Country goes cool when the boys get loud.

When the whistle blows, we'll quiet the crowd.

When the sun sets on the one Friday

From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee, the mail and country to the hazel tree, and every little town here in between.

Oh, we know how to party on Friday.

Oh, and the band plays on and the beer, it flows.

The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home.

Monday morning, I will return.

But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

Yeah, yeah All right

Oh, I have my job, but I love my friends.

You know where I'll be when the work week ends.

A little country tavern just around the bend.

When the sun sets low on Friday And the band plays on and the beer it flows The boss man's yelling but we've all gone home Monday morning I will return

But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

There's a place in town where we all hang out.

Country girls go and the boys get loud When the whistle blows, we'll quiet the crowd

When the sun sets low on Friday

And the band plays on and the beer, it flows.

The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home.

Monday morning, I wield a tongue.

But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

And the band plays on and the beer, it flows.

The boss man's yelling, but we've all gone home.

Monday morning, I will atone.

But tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

Tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

Tonight ain't Monday, it's Friday.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Take it home, boys.

All right.

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, tonight ain't my last Friday, tonight ain't my last Friday