Friday Night

My dusty boots are sitting by the screen door

There's a handwritten letter on the kitchen floor

I spent all week working on the mountain road

But it's Friday night,

time to lighten the load

Let the small-town rumors start their little spin

I'm pouring out the whiskey,

letting Friday win

No Sunday dresses or regrets tonight

Just a glass held high in the neon light (hahaha)

We are getting smashed on a Friday night Yeah we're getting smashed

under the pale porch light No,

I won't regret

a single drop tomorrow Drowning out the rumors,

leaving behind the sorrow

(oh yeah!)

Tomorrow I'll find my keys in the yard

And looking at old photos might be a little hard

But a stubborn kind of love is what keeps us sane

So I'll laugh right through the morning headache pain

We are getting smashed on a Friday night Yeah we're getting smashed

under the pale porch light No,

I won't regret

a single drop tomorrow Drowning out the rumors,

leaving behind the sorrow (ooh)

Just a dusty boot on the porch

No regrets

tonight (hummmm)