Friday Night Gospel

Neon buzzing over Main Street
Dust on the trucks, boots on the concrete
Jonesy's pouring doubles, Jenny's running late
Somebody's feeding quarters to an old jukebox crate
Old man Carter's laughing with his ex-wife Sue
Like twenty bad years never happened to the two
Danny's in the parking lot talking way too loud
And half the town is leaning into that crowd

This is Friday night gospel
Raise your glass, sing it out
No choir, no preacher
Just a jukebox and a crowd
We worked all week for this
So turn that damn thing loud
This is Friday night gospel
And we're preaching it proud

There's a girl in red standing by the door
I tell myself I won't, then I'm crossing that floor
She says, "You always look like trouble when you grin"
I say, "That depends how much trouble you're in"
She laughs and pulls me closer when the band kicks in
Some old song everybody knows begins
For three good minutes nobody owes a thing
We're just drinking, dancing, shouting out the chorus when it swings

Turn it up
Let the bad week drown
For a few good hours
We own this town

Monday's waiting somewhere down the line
With overdue bills and an eight o'clock grind
But right now the clock can go to hell
Last call's coming, but nobody can tell
Who's going home and who'll stay too late
Who'll wake up laughing, who'll tempt fate
Some nights ain't meant to teach you much
Sometimes surviving is reason enough

This is Friday night gospel
Raise your glass, sing it out
No choir, no preacher
Just a jukebox and a crowd
For every hard-working sinner
Trying to shake one week out
This is Friday night gospel
And we're preaching it proud

One more song.
One more round.
Friday night gospel.
Till they shut us down.