Friday Nights

What are you going through?

What are you gonna do now?

Can you tell the truth?

Mmm

What are you going through?

What are you trying to prove now?

You're not bullet proof, no

Thinking back to Friday nights

Standing ‘round the campfire light

You know that I think I might

Crack another one

Take me back to yesteryear

While I’m drinking ice cold beer

Wishing that you were here

You were here…

Now, I know you're going through

Low-down lonesome blues now

There’s nothing left to lose

The things you’ve been through

Hard to believe it’s true now

You know I’m proud of you

Thinking back to Friday nights

Standing ‘round the campfire light

You know that I think I might

Crack another one

Take me back to yesteryear

While I’m drinking ice cold beer

Wishing that you were here

You were here, you were here…

Thinking back to Friday night

Standing round the campfire light

You know that I wish we could

Crack another one

Take me back to yesteryear

While I’m drinking ice cold beer

Wishing that you were here

You were here…

Standing ‘round the campfire light

Thinking back to Friday nights

What are you going through?

What are you trying to prove?

You’re not bullet proof