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It's Friday Lyrics And Guitar Chords, recorded by Derek Ryan. Released a few years ago by Dean Brody and Great Big Sea. The chords have being simplified and are not in the same key as Derek Ryan, a real feel good and happy song to start the weekend off.

[G]There’s a place in town where [C]we all hang [G]out
 Where [G]the country girls go and the [D]boys get loud
 Yeah [G]when the whistle blows we make [C]quite the [Em]]crowd
 When the [G]sun sets low on [D]Fri[G]day

From[G] the pubs in Ireland to [C]Tennes[G]see
 From [G]the west coast down to [D]myrtle beach
 And [G]every little town here [C]in be[Em]tween
 We know [G]how to party on [D]Fri[G]day

[C]And the band plays [G]on and the [C]taps they [D]flow
 The [Em]boss man’s yelling but we’ve [A]all gone [D]home
 A [G]come a Monday morning I [C]will a[Em]tone
 But to[G]night ain’t Monday it’s [D]Fri[G]day

Well I [G]have my job but I love [C]my [G]friends
 So [G]you know where I’ll be when the [D]work week ends
 At the [G]little country tavern just [C]around the [Em]bend
 When the [G]sun sets low on [D]Fri[G]day
There’s a place in town where we all hang out
 Where the country girls go and the boys get loud
 Yeah when the whistle blows we make quite the crowd
 When the sun sets low on Friday

And the band plays on and the taps they flow
 The boss man’s yelling but we’ve all gone home
 A come a Monday morning I will atone
 But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday
 But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday
 But tonight ain’t Monday it’s Friday.


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