City through the week, Country on the weekend (c) 2017
V1
(I) Live Just outside Kansas City, out on those golden Great Plains.
I live on a Farm, but work in a factory, a true minimum wage slave.
I work all week, for a few dollars and maybe a few dimes.
Just enough to get by, and to keep the dream alive.
By the end of the week, I can't wait to cross that
river back over that county line.
Yeah
I go through hell all week. To what seems like no end.
I may be city through the week.
(but once Fri---day comes.)
I'm
Country
Country
Country
Country come the week-end.
CHORUS:
(I) Hit the honky-tonk.
Play a little Chesney.
Maybe some Martina.
Reba--
Or a little George Strait.
Then I throw down some Miranda.
A little Paisley.
Or maybe some Garth Brooks
and top it off with a ice cold Bud
and a little Tim and Faith.
I keep drinkin' till its way too late.
and party till the cows come home.
Dontcha know on a Saturday Night at a Country
Honky Tonk, you'll never be alone.
Now
I'm square dancin' with a regular named Rita.
Square dancin with a Oklahoma girl named Molly.
Doin' the hill-billy half step with the bar-keep.
I think her name is Holly.
I'm drinkin' till the bar shuts down or I run out of money.
I'm Ridin' that electric bull, like it wasn't even funny.
Yeah -
I go through hell all week. To what seems like no end.
I may be city through the week.
(but once Fri---day comes.)
I'm Country
I'm Country
I'm Country
Country come the week-end.
V2
(I) Got a hang-over might miss Mon-day
But it was worth it so I could have two fun days.
They always say a day of rest for Sun-day.
But for me its my one real day to par-ty.
(Till the cows come home)
(Now)
All week I'm in meetings drowning in my coffee.
Just to keep me sane, thinkin' bout gettin' home
to the country.
But come the witchin' hour I'm drinkin' down at Dusty's Bar, ain't that somethin'?
Ridin' that electric bull, like it wasn't even funny.
Yeah -
I go through hell all week. To what seems like no end.
I may be city through the week.
(but once Fri---day comes.)
I'm
Country
Country
Country
Country come the week-end.
BRIDGE:
Yeah-
(I) spend those long week-end days
havin' a pic-nic my girl out in the corn-fields.
Its the one time when I don't have to hear about the latest number or business stock yields.
We play country music from the 69 chevy pickup truck.
We ride horses under the stars.
We roast marshmallow s'smores out by an open fire,
sleep in our loft up in that old red barn.
Yeah Its the way that the country oughta be.
so wild, wild , wild, and free.
with you beside me.
(Now)-
everybody put away your phones.
Its time to party till the cows come home.
(Cuz - I) --
Got a hang-over might miss Monday
Was worth it so I could have two fun days.
They always say a day of rest for Sunday.
But for me its my one real day to party.
I go through hell all week. To what seems like no end.
I may be city through the week.
(but once Fri---day comes.)
I'm
Country
Country
Country
Country come the week-end.
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