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All week long I’ve been working at the factory Think it’s ‘bout time that I got set free There’s a little girl working down at the pool hall All week long she’s been waiting on me I’m sick and tired of this stiff blue collar I’m fed up with the boss man, too I’ve come down with the Friday fever There’s only one thing that will do. (Chorus) So turn up the jukebox, break out the whiskey We’ll knock’em back while the fiddles play Tonight, I’m putting all my cares behind me Gonna’ honky tonk my blues away. Every morning I’m up before the sunrise Working hard just to make my pay Looking forward to my Friday paycheck Son, I wish it come everyday ‘Cause Lord knows I was born for a good time I got that neon in my blood Late nights and honky tonk angels That’s the only life I love. (Repeat Chorus) Letras de canciones Got my hand on a log neck bottle Got my arm around a sweet young thing Just as long as the shots keep coming You won’t hear me complain. Aw yeah. (Repeat Chorus) From Letras Mania