Friday Night Throwdown

[Verse] Well, the work week’s done and the sun's fading low, Trucks are rolling out, headin' down the back road. Bonfire cracklin', lighting up the open sky, Guitars in the truck beds, boys ready to fly. [Verse 2] Pabst Blue Ribbons poppin', cans hit the ground, Johnny’s got his six-string, strumming that old sound. Billy's got the grill, frying up some steaks, While Jake tells a tall tale, makin' no mistakes. [Chorus] It’s a Friday night throwdown, where the boys get loud, Underneath the stars, we’re all feeling proud. Country tunes and moonshine, dancing firelight, It’s a Friday night throwdown, till the morning light. [Verse 3] Big ol’ muddy boots stompin’, in tune with the beat, Girls in Daisy Dukes, twirl as they meet. Laughter echoes through the woods, hearts carefree, In this small town haven, livin' wild and free. [Verse 4] Billy grabbed that banjo, and we heard him play, Song about lost love, took our breath away. Ty tried to join in with a jug and a spoon, Together we made music, 'neath the rising moon. [Chorus] It’s a Friday night throwdown, where the boys get loud, Underneath the stars, we’re all feeling proud. Country tunes and moonshine, dancing firelight, It’s a Friday night throwdown, till the morning light.