“Back When Friday Night Used to Mean Something” (c) by Solitary Rider aka Andyboy Georgia
Crandall had an old Dodge Charger, 1968
used to rip them tires down Broadway and the neon signs would wake
and the shouts from the bars and the fearless crews sippin’ booze in parkin’ lots
catching looks from the chicks with the low-ride hips
who were trying to be somethin’ they’re not
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin’
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin'
Crandall and the boys went tokin’ ‘neath the highway overpass
you could catch a whiff down broadway and you just had to laugh
and the cops give a scare but they weren’t so square
back when they were hangin’ out
so they ‘d let the kids go and their folks wouldn’t know
what the good time was all about
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin’
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin'
oh the years rolled slow, but he’s 40 years old,
and no longer cool, now no one remembers that Friday night
they pulled his Charger from a pool
Crandall’s watchin’ Cold Case reruns, on a plasma screen tv
second beer on a couch strapped Friday, kids just went to sleep
Then he hears the tires rip from the kids on the strip and he thinks he’ll call the cops
but he puts the phone down cracks a fresh fifth of Crown and soaks in a memory
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin’
Back when Friday night, used to mean somethin'