Friday night's

18 wheels rolling dawn till dark Hauling this load, leaving my mark Coffee and diesel, white lines in my eyes Keeping this country alive (Chorus) But Friday nights, I'm a blue-collar baller That paycheck burns a hole in my jeans Dive bar nights, cold beer, cheap whiskey And I'm raising a glass to the working man's dream Logbook full, miles never end Missing my family, missing my friends Radio playing them old country songs Keeping me steady, keeping me strong (Chorus) But Friday nights, I'm a blue-collar baller That paycheck burns a hole in my jeans Dive bar nights, cold beer, cheap whiskey And I'm raising a glass to the working man's dreams Ain't no silver spoon, ain't no easy ride Just calloused hands and a whole lot of pride And here's to the ones that keep the lights on Wake up tired and still carry on We ain't rich, but we're rich in soul In this life, we reap what we sow Monday comes, I'll do it all again Till Friday calls me home to my friends (Chorus/outro) Because Friday nights, I'm a blue-collar baller And that paycheck burns a hole in my jeans Dive bar nights, cold beer, cheap whiskey And I'm raising a glass to the working man's dream Yeah, I'm raising a glass to the working man's dream