Smashed on a Friday

(yee-haw, let's go) I sat on that old screen door,

dust on my worn-out boots Reading handwritten letters of our stubborn roots

But it's Friday night,

my kitchen table is dry So I'm pouring a glass,

waving my worries goodbye Yeah,

I'm

getting absolutely smashed tonight

I'm getting shitfaced on a Friday night (yes I am) Drinking away

every shadow in sight Got no regrets under these kitchen lights

Just getting absolutely smashed tonight

Old photographs showing my Sunday dress days Now I'm throwing back whiskey,

finding my ways Small-town rumors will fly,

but I don't give a damn They can judge my wild night,

it's just who I am No regrets,

no apologies in my plan

I'm getting shitfaced on a Friday night (ooh,

yes indeed) Drinking away every shadow in sight Got no regrets under

these kitchen lights

Just getting absolutely smashed tonight

No, I won't regret a single drop

(no regrets, haha)

Just getting absolutely smashed