Another Friday Night

Another friday night Guess I'll put a clean shirt on and hitch a ride to town No more work for two whole days, there's no point hangin' around Working on the road I sweat and ache and cuss the pain but it sure does pass the time Two days free and all I see other same old walls to climb Guess I could fall by Moroe's bar and maybe borrow Jacks guitar And find a girl to sing to, Lord knows she's what I'm longing Eh, who am I kidding she can't be, the sort of girl who'll wait for me And Sunday races in the kinda places I belong in But I hold on to my dreams anyway I'll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times While I dream of the good times coming by Ten years out from home I joined the circus worked the fields but I've never saved a dime Never stayed in one place long 'less I was doin' time Looking for my life I thought I found it once or twice but it turned out I was wrong Heard the music and learned the dance to someone else's song I've had men tell me be content to spend your life for food and rent and give up trying they say life's a dying jailer I just tell them I'd do alright still it's rough on Friday night But there is time for thinking I spend it drinking up my failure But I hold on to my dreams anyway I'll never let them die they keep me going through the bad times while I dream of the good times coming by