Friday At 5

        A
Got some cash in my pocket, and it's
 burning a hole
Got the boss on my back, and it's 
gettin' real old
     D                         
This week's been hell, but I'll 
                    A
party it out of my mind
     E                           
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at 
         A    D
closin' time

      A
Ain't punchin' no clock, ain't 
makin' no plans
Need a girl on my arm, and a beer in
 my hand
    D                              
I'm tight as a drum, but I'm gonna 
                 A
cut loose and un wind
     E                           
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at 
         A    A/B A/C#
closin' time

         D
Got some pretty little women, 
waiting on me
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   A
To shake up this sleepy old town
       D
That's one job I take seriously
           B                    
I wouldn't dream of lettin' them 
 E
down

      A
Got a call from my ex, and she's 
askin' for more
I'm late with the rent and the 
wolf's at the door
     D                           
But, that's gonna be the furthest 
               A
thing from my mind
     E                           
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at 
         A
closin' time

         D
Got some pretty little women, 
waiting on me
   A
To shake up this sleepy old town
       D
That's one job I take seriously
           B                    
I wouldn't dream of lettin' them 
 E
down

         A
It might take me all week, to get 
back on my feet
       D
But, I know I'll be alright
     E                           
From Friday at 5, 'till Sunday at 
         A    D
closin' time
     A
From Friday at 5
      E                 A
'Till Sunday at closin' time