Friday in my Boots

Clock hit five, and I’m out that door,

Hit the gravel like I’m headed for war.

Old flannel shirt, boots kickin’ clean,

Rollin’ through town like a backroad king.

Ain’t got riches, but I’ve got pride,

And a shotgun seat waitin’ on your side.

It’s Friday in my boots, baby, time to ride,

Tailgate down with the stars in sight.

Country songs on a radio wave,

We’re dancin’ like the world won’t change.

Raise ‘em up, no need for suits,

Just bonfire sparks and rebel roots.

Life feels right, no substitute—

When it’s Friday in my boots.

Passed the diner, waved at Joe,

He’s been here longer than the Texaco.

You grab my hand with that fire in your eyes,

Got me feelin’ like I touched the sky.

No worries now, no Monday blues,

Just the two of us and some beat-up tunes.

It’s Friday in my boots, baby, time to ride,

Tailgate down with the stars in sight.

Country songs on a radio wave,

We’re dancin’ like the world won’t change.

Raise ‘em up, no need for suits,

Just bonfire sparks and rebel roots.

Life feels right, no substitute—

When it’s Friday in my boots.

We don’t need much, just some dirt and dust,

A little bit of wild and a whole lotta trust.

It’s Friday in my boots, let the weekend play,

Moon hangin’ high while the guitars sway.

Sippin’ on love ‘neath a neon sign,

Leavin’ the past and the stress behind.

Raise ‘em up, this life’s our truth,

Runnin’ wide open in country youth.

Yeah, hearts beat loud and dreams stay loose—

When it’s Friday in my boots.

Yeah, I live for Friday in my boots.