Let's Kill Saturday Night - Robbie Fulks
D
Well a dollar I make
G
Is a buck I owe
D
And a 40-hour week
G A
Leaves 10 to blow
D
But every game in this town
G
Is just a nickel-and-dime
D
And when the sun goes down
G A
It feels like the last time
F#m G D
So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
F#m G A
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going
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D
I've got the Mustang loaded
G
I've got a wrong to right
D
I've got a little red bullet
G A D
Let's kill Saturday night.
D
Knock it out of its misery
G
Nail that coffin tight
D
High living that's history
G A D
Let's kill Saturday night.
Well the little man's lot
That’s a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Somethin’ in the big frame's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a 20 inch tube
And a fenced-in yard
But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.
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