G C I watched her pack her worn out suitcaseG Like so many times beforeA7 Her voice still echoes down the hallwayD7 I won’t be coming back no moreG C Five nights a week I kept her happyG We lived in perfect harmonyD7 But our trouble starts on FridayG That feeling takes control of meD7 It’s that Friday night feelingG That I can’t seem to controlA7 Pretty ladies and sweet musicD7 It’s down deep in my soulG C And this feeling won’t leave meG Till Sunday morning comesD7 Oh this Friday night feelingG It won’t let me go homeC I just stopped in to cash my paycheckG Thought I drink one then go homeA7 Then I saw that good looking ladyD7 Setting at the bar aloneG C Well she had that look of needing someoneG Felt that feeling coming on strongD7 Oh this Friday night feelingG Just won’t let me go homeD7 It’s that Friday night feelingG That I can’t seem to controlA7 Pretty ladies and sweet musicD7 It’s down deep in my soulG C And this feeling won’t leave meG Till Sunday morning comesD7 Oh this Friday night feelingG It won’t let me go home
Friday Night Feeling
Slim Whitman
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