Crushin It

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I sure could use an attaboy or a big
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 old high five
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I'd love to hear "you're killing 
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it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
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Since I hit one out of the park or 
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nailed it as they say
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I guess I've been in a dry spell but
 that's about to change

[Chorus]
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Cause every week has a weekend, 
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by this time Friday night
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I'll be done with my third can 
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of cold Bud Light
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And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll
    D            G
 be crushin' it

[Verse 2]
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They say your baby's mad cause you 
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told her that you'd hang some 
pictures for her
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You know the ones she framed late 
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last spring of you and her in 
Florida
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You're up on the ladder when it 
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shatters into smithereens
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She shakes her head, looks at you 
and says
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"Ain't you good for anything?" and 
you say

[Chorus]
D                      G        
Cause every week has a weekend, 
D                    A
by this time Friday night
D             G      D    
You want a margarita, Ill get 
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tequila and ice
             D                  G
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold
 one in my other hand
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I'll be crushin' it, when I'm 
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finished with my can
      D                      G
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch 
it with my fist
D                        G
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got 
this
         D           G
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be 
crushin' it

[Instrumental]
D-G x4

[Verse 3]
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I figured this out in college, 
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walking past them Gothic columns
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That I was gonna probably wind up 
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somewhere near the
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I was never gonna be the best and 
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brightest guy around
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But like the great George freakin 
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Straight, I'm the king of getting 
unwound

[Chorus]
D                      G        
Cause every week has a weekend, 
D                    A
by this time Friday night
D             G      D    
You want a margarita, Ill get 
                A
tequila and ice
             D                  G
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold
 one in my other hand
         D                   
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm 
 G
finished with my can
      D                      G
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch 
it with my fist
D                        G
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got 
this
         D           G
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be 
crushin' it