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 hanging 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 Are the same old walls to climb.
Guess I could fall by Moreau’s Bar, And maybe borrow Jack’s guitar, And find a girl to sing to, Lord knows she’s what I’m longing. Hey who am I kidding, she can’t be The sort of girl who’ll wait for me In Sunday laces, In the kind of 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 never saved a dime, Never stayed in one place long, 'Less I was doing time. Looking for my life, I thought I’d found it once or twice, But it turned out I was wrong. Heard the music and learned to 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 jailor. I just tell them, I do alright. Still it’s rough on Friday night. When there’s 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
