Nields - Friday At The Circle K lyrics

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Hold on, hold on<br />

Hold on, hold on<br />

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Oh yeah, he's coming down the road<br />

With his dad's guitar hanging over his shoulder<br />

He takes that Woody Guthrie pose<br />

And says, "I'll buy you cigarettes when you get older."<br />

But that's not what we want anyway<br />

We came out to hear him play<br />

Our own curbside concert, Friday at the Circle K<br />

Hey hey, hey hey, Friday at the Circle K<br />

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We gather every week<br />

To hear our own rest stop poet, though he can't really sing on key<br />

Who cares? There's music in the streets<br />

And he plays his guitar as if she's a girl like me<br />

And now he's looking my way<br />

And I can't think of one thing to say<br />

La da da da dee da, Friday at the Circle K<br />

Hey hey, hey hey, Friday at the Circle K<br />

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And when he touches me, it thrills me down to the curb<br />

But if he saw my fantasies, he'd know how I am disturbed!<br />

They go like this:<br />

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I follow where he goes<br />

To Greenwich Village and San Francisco<br />

He shows me everything he knows<br />

And he will be a singer and I will be a singer too<br />

And he will play guitar every day<br />

And I will play guitar every day<br />

We'll say, "What a long way we've come from Friday at the Circle K!"<br />

Hey hey, hey hey, Friday at the Circle K