Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
When I was young,
I was dumb as a rock.
I could not, read a clock.
And nothin' didn't mean nothin' to me.
Now I'm no saint,
But I ain't such a freak.
On the days of the week,
I work hard, hard.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Kids, clap your hands,
If you can be real.
Got to say what you feel.
If you feel anything, anything, anything, anything.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
You, you, you
Every Night Is Friday Night (Without You) Video (MV)
Performed By: Old 97s
Written by: Kendall Dewayne Bethea, Murry Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Stewart Ransom Miller
Old 97s - Every Night Is Friday Night (Without You) Lyrics
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Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
When I was young,
I was dumb as a rock.
I could not, read a clock.
And nothin' didn't mean nothin' to me.
Now I'm no saint,
But I ain't such a freak.
On the days of the week,
I work hard, hard.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Kids, clap your hands,
If you can be real.
Got to say what you feel.
If you feel anything, anything, anything, anything.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
You, you, you
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
When I was young,
I was dumb as a rock.
I could not, read a clock.
And nothin' didn't mean nothin' to me.
Now I'm no saint,
But I ain't such a freak.
On the days of the week,
I work hard, hard.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Every night is Friday night,
Without you.
Kids, clap your hands,
If you can be real.
Got to say what you feel.
If you feel anything, anything, anything, anything.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
Every night,
Is Friday night without you.
You, you, you
Writer: Kendall Dewayne Bethea, Murry Hammond, Philip Wayne Peeples, Stewart Ransom Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.