Chasing Friday

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[Verse 1] Packed my old blue suitcase by the motel door Map folded crooked on the dashboard floor You said, “Pick a highway, let the summer decide” We left our little hometown with the windows open wide [Pre-Chorus] Two paper cups and a tank half full Your laugh kept time with the wheels on the road [Chorus] We’re chasing Friday from state to state Singing every word while we tempt our fate From the county line to the coast, we’re free With your hand in mine and the whole world to see Hey, raise a little dust, let the good times run We’re making our own kind of American fun [Verse 2] Stopped for peach pie at a place off Route 9 A waitress drew a heart by your name and mine At the fairground, you won a stuffed-up bear We tied it to the seat and took it everywhere [Pre-Chorus] Cheap sunglasses, a sunburnt nose One more mile and nobody knows [Chorus] We’re chasing Friday from state to state Singing every word while we tempt our fate From the county line to the coast, we’re free With your hand in mine and the whole world to see Hey, raise a little dust, let the good times run We’re making our own kind of American fun [Bridge] When the last song ends and the fair lights close We’ll still have that road wherever it goes A postcard, a ticket, the bear in the back And a thousand small stories we’re bringing back [Final Chorus] We’re chasing Friday from state to state Singing every word while we tempt our fate From the county line to the coast, we’re free With your hand in mine and the whole world to see Hey, raise a little dust, let the good times run We’re making our own kind of American fun [Outro] State to state, just you and me One more mile and we’re where we’re meant to be