Lyrics George Jones

George Jones

Finally Friday

I've got a hundred dollars smoking in my billfold

I know I ought to save it but it's burning a whole

Right through my pocket and into my skin

Come Monday morning I'll be broke again

It's finally Friday I'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday I'm out of control

Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

I got a little sugar baby down the road

She is sitting on readh and rocking on go

We'll dance up a storm and later on tonight

We'll be working on doing all the wrong things right

It's finally Friday I'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday I'm out of control

Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

Monday I'll be hurting with my head in a vise

Tuesday I'll be wandering if I'll ever survive

Wednesday and Thursday I'll be slowly turning in

Friday I'll be reving up my motor again

It's finally Friday I'm free again

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday I'm out of control

Forget the working blues and let the good times roll

Finally Friday

I got my motor running for a wild weekend

It's finally Friday

Forget the working blues and let the good times roll