Rab Noakes - Roll on saturday

Roll on Saturday, ^Emthat's when the good ti^Ames are ^GMoney in my pocket, my glad rags on ^DCrashing the dance, like in the ^Emwords of the song Where there's ^Ddrama in the alley, ^EmI can play ^Amy part I know ^Gevery mark and I've ^Alearned every ^Dline

There's ^Dnothing like Saturday, no ^Emmatter how many there ^Aare I've ^Galways loved it, I always will ^DNever lose the magic, ^Emnever spill the thrill I've ^Dmade her feel the same, we ^Emdon't do nothing a^Apart I ^Gask her, she says, "^AI feel ^Dfine"

^FOhh, the ^Emweek cra^Dwls by ^GWorking dayshift on the factory floor Dodging the foreman, slipping to the ^Astore My ^Flife be^Emgins on Fri^Dday night___ ^GJust about the time I can't take anymore I hear the whistle blow and I road ^Athrough that door To get ^Dready for Saturday ^EmPicking out my stroll^Aing shoes ^G Shaking off my ^Aweekday ^Dblues___

It ^Fall goes ^Emby s^Do fast ^GSoon it's Monday morning, the routine begins Tales of exploits, losses and ^Awins It's ^Fnot all true, but the ^Emmemory wo^Dn't last It ^Gmakes no difference, receive or send Soon it'll be all about ^Anext weekend So ^Droll on Saturday Don't ^Emmatter if the week's ba^Ad news ^G Forget about those ^Aweekday ^Dblues I do^Gn't think about my ^Aweekday ^Dblues I fo^Grget about my ^Aweekday ^Bbblue^Cs__^D______