Get down the fiddle and break out the bow
Take off the gloves and throw down the hole
Worked hard all week my back is sore
It's Friday night I'm ready to roar
Ready to roar, ready to roar
It's five o'clock and I'm out that door
I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore
But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar
I've been pickin' this up and puttin' that down
Tired of my boss bossin' me around
Changin' my clothes goin' into town
Find a little love and drink a little down
Ready to roar, ready to roar
It's five o'clock and I'm out that door
I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore
But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar
Well I picked up a lid from a friend of mine
And the man picked me up now I'm doin' time
But I'm out tomorrow and if you see my friend
Tell him meet me at the bar and we can try that again
He might not know me 'cause I'm low class
Tell him I'm the one with his head up his ass
Ready to roar, ready to roar
It's five o'clock and I'm out that door
I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore
But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar
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