G

G                          Am7
I never want this night to end
C                                        G
Sitting here hanging out, with all of my friends
                                                 Am7
Telling stories, too many secrets for one man to hold

C                                    G
Catching up on our lives, out on the road
                            Am7
I came in on a red eye from Austin
C                                     G
Jackie rode his bus in, straight from Los Angeles
                                          Am7
Brady said they got busted, and it really cost them
C                                             G
They'll probably never go back, to Charleston again

        C                G/B      Am7                  G
Singing come on, singing come on, through that old red door
C                         G/B          Am7            D
You know they've seen the likes of us, coming in here before
C                  G/B               Am7              G
Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting trouba- -dours
F                              C                          G
Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door

G                                Am7
Bobby just found out that Shelly left him
C                                             G
She said she couldn't stand how he was, never around
                                      Am7
He always played his cards, before he read them
C                                                               G
Well he just laughed it off, and brought the whole damn house a round

[Chorus]
        C                G/B      Am7                  G
Singing come on, singing come on, through that old red door
C                         G/B          Am7            D
You know they've seen the likes of us, coming in here before
C                  G/B               Am7              G
Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting trouba- -dours
F                              C                          G
Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door

[Instrumental]
C - G/B - Am7 - G - C - G/B - D

G                                       Am7
The sun is starting to peek in, through the window
C                                            G
Dominoes are face down, just like Charlie is gain
                                  Am7
My sides are aching, from all the bad jokes
C                                          G
It's the kind of night that you never want to end

[Chorus]
        C                G/B      Am7                  G
Singing come on, singing come on, through that old red door
C                         G/B          Am7            D
You know they've seen the likes of us, coming in here before
C                  G/B               Am7              G
Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting trouba- -dours
F                              C                          G
Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door

[Outro]
           F                             C                          G
Yeah we're living like its always Friday night, behind that old red door