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[Verse 1]
Alarm at six
Eyes like sand
Boss wants blood
From an empty hand
Emails climb
Like a losing score
Clock hits five
They add ten more
[Chorus]
So pour one for the weekend
Let it melt that working man ache
Little burn on the way down
Takes the weight off every mistake
Raise a glass to the long days
All the fights I can't seem to win
Pour one for the weekend
Feel it washing Friday off my skin
[Verse 2]
Traffic sits
Red lights stay
Radio laughs
At my kind of day
Tie comes off
By the kitchen chair
That first sip
Says “you made it here” (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
So pour one for the weekend
Let it melt that working man ache
Little burn on the way down
Takes the weight off every mistake
Raise a glass to the long days
All the fights I can't seem to win
Pour one for the weekend
Feel it washing Friday off my skin
[Bridge]
Maybe I’ll sleep in
Maybe I won’t think
’Bout deadlines and headlines
Just this rust-colored drink
One more slow swallow
Then I’ll call it a night
But for three sweet seconds
Everything feels right
[Chorus]
So pour one for the weekend
Let it melt that working man ache
Little burn on the way down
Takes the weight off every mistake
Raise a glass to the long days
All the fights I can't seem to win
Pour one for the weekend
Feel it washing Friday off my skin
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Laid-back Americana groove with brushed drums, warm upright bass, and mellow electric piano; smooth male baritone lead up front. Verses stay sparse with tremolo guitar and soft organ pads; chorus widens with stacked harmonies, ride cymbal lift, and a touch of pedal steel. Subtle tempo push on the hook to mirror the vocal leaning behind the beat, then ease back into an easy swing on the outros., vocal, smooth
Credits
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TboneBeastModeModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about a brutal week at work and needing a bourbon the feel better. • Vocal delivery: Smooth, controlled baritone with clear diction, relaxed phrasing, and expressive timing that plays slightly be
