CountrAI - Friday Nights and Saturday Days Lyrics

There's somethin' 'bout a Friday night,
When the sun goes down, the town lights up bright.
We've been hustlin' all week, just tryin' to survive,
But come Friday night, man, we come alive.
Boss was yellin', bills were tight,
The car broke down, yeah, it just ain't right.
Lost some good folks along the way,
But tonight, we raise a glass, and we're here to stay.
Friday nights and Saturday days,
We're out here livin' in our own kinda way.
We've earned this break, we've paid our dues,
So we're lettin' loose in our dancin' shoes.
Yeah, we laugh, we sing, we toast to the sky,
For the ones we lost and the dreams that won't die.
In this land of the free, we find our escape,
On Friday nights and Saturday days.
Kids in bed, we're out the door,
Just us grown-ups, can't take no more.
Week after week, we grind and we slave,
But tonight, we're breakin' free of that cage.
We're jukebox singin', and neon lights,
Forgettin' the worries, if just for a night.
We celebrate big, 'cause we got that right,
We're chasin' the thrill 'til the mornin' light.
Friday nights and Saturday days,
We're out here livin' in our own kinda way.
We've earned this break, we've paid our dues,
So we're lettin' loose in our dancin' shoes.
Yeah, we laugh, we sing, we toast to the sky,
For the ones we lost and the dreams that won't die.
In this land of the free, we find our escape,
On Friday nights and Saturday days.
So here's to the ones that we miss so bad,
The moms and the dads, and the friends we had.
Tonight's for you, we'll dance your song,
Carryin' on as life rolls on.
And come the sunrise, we'll do it again,
With Saturday smiles and our closest friends.
Life ain't easy, but we make it sweet,
With every Friday night on the edge of our seats.
Friday nights and Saturday days,
We're out here livin' in our own kinda way.
We've earned this break, we've paid our dues,
So we're lettin' loose in our dancin' shoes.
Yeah, we laugh, we sing, we toast to the sky,
For the ones we lost and the dreams that won't die.
In this land of the free, we find our escape,
On Friday nights and Saturday days.
Yeah, in this United States of grind and rush,
We carve out our joy with a rebel's touch.
Friday nights and Saturdays are sacred, you see,
They're our tradition, they're our liberty.
So let's raise 'em up high, for the folks back home,
For every hard-workin' soul, and every backbone.
'Cause we've earned this freedom to celebrate,
And we'll keep dancin' on 'til it's too late.