Lets Kill Saturday Night

Robbie Fulks

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Tom:
D Well a dollar I make
G Is a buck I owe
D And a 40-hour week
G A Leaves 10 to blow [VERSE 2]
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 [PD CHORUS]
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 [CHORUS]
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. [VERSE 3]
D Well the little man's lot
G That’s a prince's life
D A prince with a lousy job
G A A prince with a working wife [VERSE 4]
D Somethin’ in the big frame moved
G Oh, it never was so hard
D To keep a 20-inch tube
G A And a fenced-in yard [PD CHORUS]
F#m G D But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
F#m G A And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting. [CHORUS]
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. [INSTRUMENTAL] [CHORUS]
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.
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