Tono: D
Introducción:
D G
I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high five
D G
I'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long time
D G
Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
A
I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change
D G D A
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
D G D A
I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
D G D G
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' it
D G
They say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
D G
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
D G
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
D
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
G
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Chorus
D G D A
Cause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday night
D G D A
You want a margarita, Ill get tequila and ice
D G
And I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other hand
D G
I'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my can
D G
I can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fist
D G
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
D G
I'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' it
D G
I figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columns
D G
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the
D G
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around
D G
But like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwound
Chorus