Earl Thomas Conley

I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my billfold
i know i ought to save it but it's burnin' a hole
right through my pocket and into my skin
come monday morning i'll be broke again
Chorus
it's finally friday i'm free again
i got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend
it's finally friday i'm out of control
forget the western blues and let the good times roll
I've got a little sugar baby down the road
sittin' on ready and rockin' on dough
we'll dance up a storm and later on tonight
be workin' on doin' all the wrong things right
chorus
Monday i'll be hurtin' with my head in a vice
tuesday i'll be wonderin' if i'll ever survive
wednesday and thursday i'll be slowly tunin' in
friday i'll be revvin' up my motor again...
Finally friday i'm free again
i got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend
it's finally friday i'm out of control
forget the western blues and let the good times roll
It's finally friday
i got my motor runnin' for a wild weekend
it's finally friday
forget the western blues and let the good times roll...