Crushin' It คอร์ด - Brad Paisley

I sure could use an “Atta boy” or a big ol' high five
 I'd love to hear “You're killin' it dude”, it's been a long time
 Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say
 I guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to change ‘cause
  
 Every week has a weekend
 By this time Friday night
 I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
 And I'll be crushin' it
 Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
  
 Let's say your baby's mad ‘cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
 You know the ones she framed from late last spring of you and her in Florida
 You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
 She shakes her head and looks at you and says “Ain't you good for anything?”
 And you say
  
 Every week has a weekend
 By this time Friday night
 If you want a margarita
 I'll get tequila and ice
 And I'll be crushin' it
 With a cold one in my other hand
 And I'll be crushin' it
  
 When I'm finished with my can
 I can stomp it with my boot
 Punch it with my fist
 Smash it on my forehead
 Yeah, I got this
 I'll be crushin' it
 Oh, I'll be crushin' it
  
 I figured this out in college walking past them Gothic columns
 That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom
 I was never gonna be the best or brightest guy around
 But like the great George freaking Strait, I'm the king of gettin' unwound
  
 And every week has a weekend
 By this time Friday night
 I'll be done with my third can of cold Bud Light
 And I'll be crushin' it
 Every week has a weekend
 Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
 By this time Friday night
 Oh, I'll be crushin' it
 I'll be done with my third can
 Oh, I'll be crushin' it
 Of cold Bud Light
 And I'll be crushin' it
 I'll be crushin' it
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