Drinking My Friday Away

Dusty boots on the front porch floor

Screen door creaking like it did before

I got a bottle of the cheap black label rye And a

stubborn determination just to watch the hours fly (oh Lord)

There's a handwritten letter on the kitchen stand But tonight I'm getting

shitfaced as I possibly can Drinking straight from the jar,

getting absolutely smashed

Watching old photographs burn down to ash

Oh, I'm drinking my Friday away

Yeah, I'm drowning the rumors today

I'm gonna regret it when the morning light breaks With a pounding

head and some brand new mistakes But tonight I am flying high

(flying high)

Sunday dress hanging on the closet hook

Next to a Bible and a kitchen recipe book

Tomorrow I'll be praying for some saving grace While I scrub the

kitchen counter just to hide my face

Oh, I'm drinking my Friday away

Yeah, I'm drowning the rumors today

I'm gonna regret it when the morning light breaks With a pounding

head and some brand new mistakes But tonight I am flying high

(flying high)

Just a stubborn girl

under a mountain sky

With an empty glass and a quiet goodbye (mmm-hmmm)