Cole Stephens - Friday Night Lyrics

Yeah got a call bout quarter past five
Worked all week, thought I wouldn't survive
Planned to bed by nine
Till my buddy said they're headin out to the pines

Put on my jeans and grabbed my boots
With a little Jack Daniels ready to shoot
Told my buddy I'll sleep when I'm dead
Cause you don't need a honkytonk to paint the town red

So grab a case of Miller Lite
Yeah, put her on ice
Strummin' that six string just right
In the mood to roll the dice
Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight
She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice
Yeah, Forecast calling for a hell of a Friday night

So I crank the truck, throw it in drive
Don't think I've ever felt more alive
Pull up next to the ol' river bank
Stepped out to the sound of "someone get him a drank"

Bunch of blue collar boys and pretty blonde girls
Singing along to George and Merle
Cracked a cold one, grabbed the pine top
Said y'all keep singing we ain't ever gonna stop

So grab a case of Miller Lite
Yeah put her on ice
Strumming that six string just right
In the mood to roll the dice
Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight
She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice
Yeah, Forecast calls for a hell of a Friday night

So grab a case of Miller Lite
Yeah put her on ice
Strumming that six string just right
In the mood to roll the dice
Yeah, I see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight
She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice.
Yeah, Forecast calls for a hell of a Friday night