John Conlee - Friday Night Blues Lyrics

He's been workin' all week, he's got mental fatigue
And that old couch sure looks fine
All week he's been gone, she's been sittin' alone
Slowly goin' out of her mind

As he kicks off his shoes for the six o'clock news
She's gettin' all prettied up
Oh, she's wantin' to boogie, and he's wantin' to lay there
And she's got the Friday night blues

Oh, those Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh, and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town

But the hills and the bills and a week worth of deals
Has got him feelin' new
Oh, he's kickin' his shoes off, she's puttin' hers on
'Cause she's got the Friday night blues

Oh, there once was a time, she was top of the line
Her nights like teenage dreams
Now, it's operas at noon, dancin' 'round with her broom
Talkin' to the washin' machine

Oh, the girl down the street says, her husband is neat
And she makes it sound so true
Now, she's feelin' lonely, thinks she's the only
One with the Friday night blues

Oh, those Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh, and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town

But the hills and the bills and a week worth of deals
Has got him feelin' new
But he's kickin' his shoes off, she's puttin' hers on
'Cause she's got the Friday night blues

Oh, those Friday night blues they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Now, there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town

But the hills and the bills and a week worth of deals
Has got him feelin' new
Oh, he's kickin' his shoes off, she's puttin' hers on
'Cause she's got the Friday night blues