Friday Night Blues    (1980)

He's been working all week he's got mental fatigue
And that old couch sure looks fine
All week he's been gone she's been sitting alone
Slowly going out of her mind
As he kicks off his shoes for the six o'clock news
She's getting all prettied up
Oh she's wanting to boogie he's wanting to lay there
She's got the Friday night blues

And the Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals
Has got him feeling more than used
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off, she's putting hers on
She's got the Friday night blues

Oh there once was a time she was top of the line
Her nights like teenage dreams
Now it's operas at noon, dancing round with her broom
Talking to the washing machine
Oh, the girl down the street says her old man is neat
And she makes it sound so true
Now she's feeling lonely, thinks she's the only
One with the Friday night blues

And the Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals
Has got him feeling more than used
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off, she's putting hers on
She's got the Friday night blues

And the Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town
But the hills and the bills and a week's worth of deals
Has got him feeling more than used
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off, she's putting hers on
She's got the Friday night blues

Lyrics by Sonny Throckmorton and Rafe Van Hoy.
Recorded by John Conlee.


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