Josh Turner

Monday morning, got my work boots on
My checkbook tells me that my money is gone
Got a little honey depending on me
To take her to town at the end of the week
We'll find a parking spot so we can reconnect
As soon as I get my Friday paycheck
We'll get a chilly cheese dog at the bowling lane
I'm still a-working on that perfect game
Maybe catch a movie when my arm goes numb
Wrap it around her when the good part comes
I may look like an old redneck
But I'm a high roller with a Friday paycheck
Everybody knows I like to have a good time
I just gotta stay above that poverty line
Food on the table, roof over head
Leave something to my young ones
When I wind up dead
You never know what life will throw at you next
I'm counting down the days till my Friday paycheck
Wish I could tell the foreman when I'm under the gun
Take this job and shove it son
I keep it to myself 'cause I gotta get paid
And dance with my baby at the end of the day
I'm a-yelling at the band when they're doing sound check
Why don't you give me some cash with my p-p-paycheck?