One more friday

Verse 1

Clock hits five, I’m out the door,

Steel-toe boots on the garage floor,

Been working all week just to get back home,

Got a little gas and a half-full phone.

She says, “Where we going?” I say, “Anywhere,”

She throws her hair up, climbs in the passenger chair,

Windows down, that summer air—

Ain’t got much, but we got somewhere.

Pre-Chorus

Yeah, tomorrow can worry about tomorrow,

Tonight ain’t promised, so we better borrow—

Chorus

One more Friday, one more night,

One more sunset turning gold on the county line,

One more cold drink, one more kiss,

One more “hell yeah” we ain’t gonna forget.

Let the old truck run, let the radio play,

Let the moon hang high till it fades away.

If this whole damn life goes by too fast,

Give me one more night like we used to have.

One more Friday.

That’s all I’m asking for.

Verse 2

There’s a little white church past the river bend,

Where my granddad used to take me when I was ten.

Now my kids sit in the backseat,

Fighting over who gets the window seat.

Funny how the years don’t ask permission,

They just keep on rolling like a backroad river.

So I pull off where the fireflies shine,

And watch my whole world laughing in the summertime.

Pre-Chorus

Yeah, tomorrow can worry about tomorrow,

Tonight ain’t promised, so we better borrow—

Chorus

One more Friday, one more night,

One more sunset turning gold on the county line,

One more cold drink, one more kiss,

One more “hell yeah” we ain’t gonna forget.

Let the old truck run, let the radio play,

Let the moon hang high till it fades away.

If this whole damn life goes by too fast,

Give me one more night like we used to have.

One more Friday.

That’s all I’m asking for.

Bridge

‘Cause someday these kids will leave this town,

Someday this old truck won’t run,

Someday I’ll look back on these days

And wish I could have just one.

So tonight I’m gonna hold her closer,

Let my boys stay up too late,

Turn a little ordinary night

Into something they remember when they’re my age.

Final Chorus

One more Friday, one more night,

One more sunset burning up that Arkansas sky,

One more backroad, one more song,

One more reason to keep holding on.

Let the old truck run, let the radio play,

Let the good Lord watch over us along the way.

If this whole damn life goes by too fast,

I don’t need forever—

I just need one more like that.

One more Friday.

One more night.

One more memory

Before the morning light.

Outro

Clock hits five next Friday,

I’ll be waiting by that door…

‘Cause if this is what life’s about,

Baby, give me one more.