Josh Turner - Friday Paycheck lyrics
[Josh Turner - Friday Paycheck lyrics]
Monday morning got my work boots on
My checkbook tells me that my money is gone
Gotta little honey depending on me
To take her to town at the end of the week
We'll find a parking spot so we can reconnect
As soon as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chili cheese dog
At the bowling lane
I'm still a working on that perfect game
Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes numb
Wrap it around her when the good part comes
I may look like an old redneck
But, I'm a high-roller with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just got to stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young guns
When I wind up dead
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the day
'til my Friday paycheck
Wish I could tell the foreman
When I'm under the gun
Take this job and shove it son
I keep it to myself 'cause
I've gotta get paid
And dance with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a yelling at the band
When they're doing sound check
Why don't you give me some
Cash with my P-P-Paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just got to stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young guns
When I wind up dead
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the day
'til my Friday paycheck
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the days
'til my Friday paycheck
I got to get my hands on that Friday paycheck
My checkbook tells me that my money is gone
Gotta little honey depending on me
To take her to town at the end of the week
We'll find a parking spot so we can reconnect
As soon as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chili cheese dog
At the bowling lane
I'm still a working on that perfect game
Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes numb
Wrap it around her when the good part comes
I may look like an old redneck
But, I'm a high-roller with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just got to stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young guns
When I wind up dead
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the day
'til my Friday paycheck
Wish I could tell the foreman
When I'm under the gun
Take this job and shove it son
I keep it to myself 'cause
I've gotta get paid
And dance with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a yelling at the band
When they're doing sound check
Why don't you give me some
Cash with my P-P-Paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just got to stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young guns
When I wind up dead
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the day
'til my Friday paycheck
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
You never know what life will
Throw at you next i'm counting down the days
'til my Friday paycheck
I got to get my hands on that Friday paycheck