[Verse 1]
Boots by the door, steel toes scuffed
Bible on the dash of that pickup truck
Granddaddy said, “Boy, this life gets rough
You better armor up when the sun comes up”
[Chorus]
I got that full armor on a Friday night (hey!)
Head to toe, in that holy light
Boots in the dirt, but my heart’s set right
Yeah, I’m geared up, prayed up, standin’ up to fight
Full armor on a Friday night
[Verse 2]
Neighbors in the yard with a wash-tub bass
Spoons hittin’ time on a metal plate
Banjo ringin’ out like a church bell shake
We stomp these doubts like a copperhead snake
[Chorus]
I got that full armor on a Friday night (come on!)
Head to toe, in that holy light
Boots in the dirt, but my heart’s set right
Yeah, I’m geared up, prayed up, standin’ up to fight
Full armor on a Friday night
[Bridge]
[Band drops to junkyard clatter and harmonica moan]
When the dark rolls in and the lies get loud
I plant both feet, I don’t back down
Every scar I carry is a battle sign
I swing that truth like a rusty line (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I got that full armor on a Friday night
Head to toe, in that holy light
Boots in the dirt, but my heart’s set right
Yeah, I’m geared up, prayed up, standin’ up to fight
Full armor on a Friday night
[Outro]
[Harmonica and banjo trade licks, band shouts]
Full armor on
Full armor on
Yeah, full armor on a Friday night (hey!)