"Here's To The Weekend" lyrics

Clockin' in, clockin' out, workin' over time
Gettin' paid by the hour, $10.95
I can hear that jukebox playin'
I got neon on my mind
Wishin' I can fast-forward to Friday after five
To the weekend

Every mornin' I wake up barely hangin' on
Body aching, Lord I'm prayin', keep me goin' strong
I still put on my blues
Strap up my boots
You gotta do what you gotta do if you're gonna get

To the weekend
We'll be poppin' our tops, and tippin' them back
We ain't thinkin'
About a long ass work week, bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice cold Coors
Doin' what I gotta do to get through
Here's to the weekend

Monday mornin' I might be just a little hungover
Hell, I might even be workin' just a little bit slower
But I still get the job done
Boss man don't say nothin'
I show up on time, push through the grind, eye on the finish line

To the weekend
We'll be poppin' our tops, and tippin' them back
We ain't thinkin'
About a long ass work week, bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice cold Coors
Doin' what I gotta do to get through
Here's to the weekend
Here's to the weekend

Here's to the weekend
We'll be poppin' our tops, and tippin' them back
We ain't thinkin'
About a long ass work week, bartender pour me
Round one, round two, round three, round four
Gimme a tall can of ice cold Coors
Doin' what I gotta do to get through
Oh, cheer's to, here's to the weekend
Here's to the weekend, oh, yeah