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Introduction:
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Well it was Friday in the p.m., And just like every weekend
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I was ready to throw down, Yeah I get a little tore up
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So I call my bros up to meet me out on the town, Well wild man Willy said "I'd like to really"
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But Idol was on TV and Ray had a date, His wife and Nate quit drinking
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But he didn't tell me
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Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer?
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Kick it to the morning light? If I have to raise hell all by myself
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I will but no, that ain't right
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It's time to get it on
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Well I was flying solo down to Silverado
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As the joint looking like a morgue, When this country cutie with a rock & roll booty
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Came strutting in through the door, Yelled "Who wants to dance" and fired up the band
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With a Franklin and a shot of patron
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She looked right at me and said "What's it gonna be?
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Are you gonna let me to party alone?"
Chorus
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Come on come on, Get your good time on
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Let's have a little fun tonight