Jim DeMain - Friday Night Blues lyrics

Here come the Friday Night Blues again Call me up to hear silence on your end Is there a problem connecting, old friend? So you gave your life to a machine, my dear Well we're all green-fingered guilty of that sometimes You fear to be a tourist here, in your own town To be a tourist and in your own hometown Raised between trains and gravestones I kissed him by his family name Now you took it for your own But do what you want honey Love who you will Where we come from ain't gotta be where we go still You can always call on me with your Friday Night Blues Remind me life's part a field Of what we choose to grow And what we don't And what the sun rises up on What we don't the sun rises up on