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bradpaisley



I sure could use an "atta boy" or a big old high five
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude" yeah it's bit a long time
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change

Cause every weekend's a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Budd light
And I'll be crushing it, yeah I'll be crushing it

They say you're a big man cause you told her
That you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head and looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say

Every weekend's a weekend, by this time Friday night
You want a margerita, I'll get the cubes of ice
And I'll be crushing it, with a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushing it, when I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boots, crunch it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushing it, oh I'll be crushing it

I figured this out in college, walking past them gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound

Cause every weekend's a weekend, by this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can of cold Budd light
And I'll be crushing it, every weekend's a weekend
Yeah I'll be crushing it, by this time Friday night
I'll be crushing it, I'll be done with my third can
I'll be crushing it, of cold Budd light
I'll be crushing it
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