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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wade Bowen
Wade Bowen
Lead Vocals
Troy Aikman
Troy Aikman
Background Vocals
Chase Bryant
Chase Bryant
Background Vocals
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Bass Guitar
Greg Morrow
Greg Morrow
Drums
Pat Mcgrath
Pat Mcgrath
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovak
Tom Bukovak
Electric Guitar
Duke Levine
Duke Levine
Electric Guitar
Jedd Hughes
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
Jim “Moose” Brown
Piano
Scotty Sanders
Scotty Sanders
Guitar
Brian Pruitt
Brian Pruitt
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Bryant
Chase Bryant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wade Bowen
Wade Bowen
Producer
Greg Strizek
Greg Strizek
Recording Engineer
David Bates
David Bates
Assistant Engineer
Eric Conn
Eric Conn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Jenny works down at the diner till 5 every afternoon Thomas and Billy they'll be stacking that beer right after school At the drive thru Maybe they'll steal a few Call up a couple a buddies and have a few Invite some sweet southern things try and play it cool Ain't nothing new It's an American Spirit held high to the sky Lit bright on a Friday night It's a cold can, where ya been Tell me bout your mom and them living that small town life It's a girl in your arms, first kiss 'neath the stars It's finding out who you are On a Friday night Friday night Those boys will be hanging on their hoods Drinking long neck bottles down While the girls all get prettied up for the only bar in town They'll shut it down And take it home Turn it up listen to and listen to that country song Dancing on the only dirt they've ever known, this is what they know It's an American Spirit held high to the sky Lit bright on a Friday night It's a cold can, where ya been Tell me bout your mom and them living that small town life It's a girl in your arms, first kiss 'neath the stars It's finding out who you are On a Friday night Yeah maybe they'll steal a few Call up a couple a buddies and have a few Invite some sweet southern things try and play it cool It ain't nothing new It's an American Spirit held high to the sky Lit bright on a Friday night It's a cold can, where ya been Tell me bout your mom and them living that small town life It's a girl in your arms, first kiss 'neath the stars It's finding out who you are On a Friday night Yeah a Friday night Oh yeah on a Friday night Yeah on a Friday night Jenny works down at the diner till 5 every afternoon Thomas and Billy they'll be stacking that beer right after school At the drive thru
Writer(s): Chase Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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