Song Lyrics

9-1-1

One, two, three
Run them Chevies down that dirt road drag strip
One balled up fist
Four, five, six stitches
Over some chick in cut off britches
Catching a buzz, pushing out luck
Kicking the truck stuff
Some stick in the mud
Ain't ever had this much fun his whole life

Around here we call it Friday night
We crank them good times up, alright
It ain't a party 'til it's yee-haw, aw naw
Somebody done gone called the law
We dancing in the blue flashing lights
White lightning always strikes twice
'Round here we call it Friday night

Eight, nine, ten
Pass one of them tall boys
You got chillin' in the tool box
We roll up in the Seven Eleven
like they should have some velvet ropes up
Boys drinking, girls winking
Smoking the yam, man she got a pair of legs
Will probably take years off Daddy's life

Around here we call it Friday night
We crank them good times up, alright
It ain't a party 'til it's yee-haw, aw naw
Somebody done gone called the law
We dancing in the blue flashing lights
White lightning always strikes twice
'Round here we call it Friday night

Cinco de Mayo, New Year's Eve
Mardi Gras, hell even Halloween
Labor Day, Groundhog Day
Pet Your Dog Day, man they're all the same

Around here we call it Friday night
We crank them good times up, alright
It ain't a party 'til it's yee-haw, aw naw
Somebody done gone called the law
We dancing in the blue flashing lights
White lightning always strikes twice
'Round here we call it Friday night

We call it Friday night

Yeah man, it doesn't matter what day it is
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
We drink every day

Blake Chaffin, John Mcelroy, Randy Montana