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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Vocals
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Electric Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programming
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
David Dorn
David Dorn
Synthesizer
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Larry Franklin
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Songwriter
Cale Dodds
Cale Dodds
Songwriter
Brent Anderson
Brent Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Producer
Aaron Eshuis
Aaron Eshuis
Producer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Joel McKenney
Joel McKenney
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jessie's a mechanic, his mother-in-law's a manic
His new wife is in a panic, saying, "When you coming home?"
Danny drives a tractor, left it in the pasture
Bosses getting madder 'cause he won't pick up the phone
Might not be an ivy league Einstein crowd
But when it comes to Friday night, man, we got it figured out
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
[Verse 2]
Bobby's gotta cousin that says he's good for nothin'
Always making fun of him 'cause he doesn't own a suit
Freddy's ex-lady, got a new Mercedes
From the judge she's dating down in Baton Rouge
He's the book smart, no dark bull shootin' kind
That's why she shows back up every other Friday night
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy, you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
[Verse 3]
When you're raised out here, you are who you are
That two lane road will only get you so far
We can pass around cigars, get tars and jars
But we can't, we can't, can't pass the bar
[Chorus]
When the long weeks' paychecks are cashed
Where we gonna spend it, buddy you ain't gotta ask
When the neon lights are kicking on
All of us are heading to a home away from home
We don't look like much but we're pretty damn smart
For some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
Just some good ole boys that can't pass the bar
We can't pass the bar
Written by: Brent Anderson, Cale Dodds, Derek George, Frank Rogers, Scotty McCreery
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