Clock in clock out working overtime
Getting payed by the hour I'm making $10.95
I can hear that Jukebox playing, I got neon on my mind
Wishing I could fast forward to Friday after five
To the weekend
Every morning I wake up barely hanging on
Body aching, Lord, I'm praying to keep me going strong
I still put on my blues strap up my boots
Gotta do what you gotta do if you're gonna get
To the weekend
We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back
We ain't thinking
About a long-ass work week bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors
Doing what I gotta do to get through
Here's to the weekend
Monday morning I might be just a little hungover
Hell, I might even be working just a little bit slower
But I still get the job done, boss man don't say nothing
I show up on time push through the grind eye on the finish line
To the weekend
We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back
We ain't thinking
About a long-ass work week bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors
Doing what I gotta do to get through
Here's to the weekend
Here's to the weekend
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Here's to the weekend
We'll be popping our tops and tipping 'em back
We ain't thinking
About a long-ass work week bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice-cold Coors
Doing what I gotta do to get through
Cheers to, here's to the weekend
Here's to the weekend, oh, yeah, yeah