Friday Night Blues John Conlee

He's been working all week
He's got mental fatigue
And that old couch sure looks fine
All week he's been gone
She's been sitting alone
Slowly going out of her mind

As he kicks off his shoes for the six o’clock news
She's getting all prettied up
Oh, she's wanting to boogie
He's wanting to lay there
She's got the Friday night blues

And the Friday night blues
They get in your shoes
And they work to get you down
Oh, and there ain't a lady that I ever knew
Who didn't need her a night on the town

But the hills and the bills
And a week's worth of deals
Has got him feeling more than used
Oh, he's kicking his shoes off
She's putting hers on
She's got the Friday night blues