Finally Friday – Earl Thomas Conley – letras

I got a hundred dollars smokin’ in my billfoldI know i ought to save it but it’s burnin’ a holeRight through my pocket and into my skinCome monday morning i’ll be broke againChorusIt’s finally friday i’m free againI got my motor runnin’ for a wild weekendIt’s finally friday i’m out of controlForget the western blues and let the good times rollI’ve got a little sugar baby down the roadSittin’ on ready and rockin’ on doughWe’ll dance up a storm and later on tonightBe workin’ on doin’ all the wrong things rightChorusMonday i’ll be hurtin’ with my head in a viceTuesday i’ll be wonderin’ if i’ll ever surviveWednesday and thursday i’ll be slowly tunin’ inFriday i’ll be revvin’ up my motor again…Finally friday i’m free againI got my motor runnin’ for a wild weekendIt’s finally friday i’m out of controlForget the western blues and let the good times rollIt’s finally fridayI got my motor runnin’ for a wild weekendIt’s finally fridayForget the western blues and let the good times roll…