Work on My Willie

Friday at five I lay down this old hammer
Trade in my hardhat for a red bandana
Knock off a long hard week
Slide my best boots on my feet
Work up that special number for tonight
It don’t pay the bills, but lord knows that I love it
And if I could I’d tell that boss to shove it
Work on my neon tan
Keep a cold one in my hand
Singing, «Roll me up and smoke me when I die»
So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
Ice the long necks down
Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie
Yeah, we love all the greats like Cash and Haggard
Songs from a time when music really mattered
But 'round here Willie’s king and everybody sings
You were always on my mind at closing time
So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
Ice the long necks down
Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie
My whiskey river weekend playing music with my friends
When Monday morning rolls around I’ll be on the road again
So let’s fire up the band, plug them guitars in
Light the dance floor up and watch them cowgirls spin
Ice the long necks down
Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie
Ice the long necks down
Dim the lights, and let that good buzz hit me
And work on my Willie