Another Friday Night - David Ackles

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 hangin' 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 other same old walls to climb

Guess I could fall by Moroe’s bar and maybe borrow Jacks guitar

And find a girl to sing to, Lord knows she’s what I’m longing

Eh, who am I kidding she can’t be, the sort of girl who’ll wait for me

And Sunday races in the kinda 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’ve never saved a dime

Never stayed in one place long 'less I was doin' time

Looking for my life I thought I found it once or twice but it turned out I was

wrong

Heard the music and learned the 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 jailer

I just tell them I’d do alright still it’s rough on Friday night

But there is 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