It's Friday - Dean Brody, Great Big Sea

There’s a place in town where we all hang out

Where the country girls go and the boys get loud

Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd

When the sun sets low on Friday

From the pubs in Ireland to Tennessee

From the west coast down to myrtle beach

And every little town here in between

We know how to party on Friday

And the band plays on and the taps they flow

The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home

A come a Monday morning I will atone

But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday

Well I have my job but I love my friends

So you know where I’ll be when the work week ends

At the little country tavern just around the bend

When the sun sets low on Friday

There’s a place in town where we all hang out

Where the country girls go and the boys get loud

Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd

When the sun sets low on Friday

And the band plays on and the taps they flow

The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home

A come a Monday morning I will atone

But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday

But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday

But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday