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GThere’s a place in town Cwhere we Gall hang out G Where the country girlDs go and the boys get loud G Yeah when the whistle blows we Cmake quiteEm the crowd When theG sun sets low Fon GFriday From Gthe pubs in Ireland Cto TennesGsee From Gthe west coast down tDo myrtle beach And Gevery little town hGere inEm between We know Ghow to party onD FriGday
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CAnd the band plaGys on anCd the tapDs they flow TEMhe boss man’s yelling buAt we’veD all gone home G A come a Monday morninCg I wilEml atone BuGt tonight ain’t MoDndayG it’s Friday
WellG I have my job but IC loveG my friends So Gyou know where I’ll be wheDn the work week ends At thGe little country taveCrn just arouEmnd the bend When Gthe sun sets loDw on GFriday
There’s a place in town where we all hang out Where the country girls go and the boys get loud Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd When the sun sets low on Friday And the band plays on and the taps they flow The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home A come a Monday morning I will atone But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday