Friday Night Blues

John Conlee

Composición de: Rafe Van Hoy/Sonny Throckmorton
He's been working all week he's got mental fatigue and that old couch sure looks fine 
All week he's been gone she's been sitting alone slowly going out of her mind 
As he kicks off his shoes for the six o'clock news she's getting all prettied up 
Oh she's wanting to boogie he's wanting to lay there she's got the Friday night blues 

And the Friday night blues they get in your shoes and they work to get you down 
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew who didn't need her a night on the town 
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals has got him feeling more than used 
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off she's putting hers on she's got the Friday night blues 

Oh there once was a time she was top of the line her nights like teenage dreams 
Now it's operas at noon, dancing round with her broom talking to the washing machine 
Oh, the girl down the street says her old man is neat and she makes it sound so true 
Now she's feeling lonely thinks she's the only one with the Friday night blues 

And the Friday night blues they get in your shoes and they work to get you down 
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew who didn't need her a night on the town 
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals has got him feeling more than used 
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off she's putting hers on she's got the Friday night blues 

Oh those Friday night blues they get in your shoes and they work to get you down 
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew who didn't need her a night on the town 
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals has got him feeling more than used 
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off she's putting hers on she's got the Friday night blues
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