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There's a place in town where we all hang out |
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Where the country girls go and the boys get loud |
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Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd |
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When the sun sets low on Friday |
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From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee |
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From the west coast down to myrtle beach |
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And every little town here in between |
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We know how to party on Friday |
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And the band plays on and the beer it flows |
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The boss man's yelling but we've all gone home |
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A come a Monday morning I will atone |
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But tonight ain't Monday it's Friday |
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Oh I have my job but I love my friends |
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So you know where I'll be when the work week ends |
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At the little country tavern just around the bend |
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When the sun sets low on Friday |
