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Every Other Friday At Five - Trace Adkins
One out of two ain't gonna make it
Those are the odds these days
And in a world of statistics
He's left tryin' to survive
'Til every other Friday at five
He counts the days
And then the hours
'Til he can hold his babies
In his arms
And they'll be watchin' out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five
For forty-eight hours
They're with him again
But on Sunday afternoon
He's out of time
Some folks call him a deserter
But his kids know he'll arrive
On every other Friday at five
So let's not put 'em in the middle
And play tug-of-war
With their little hearts
But let mamas and daddies
Smile hello and wave goodbye
On every other Friday at five
For forty-eight hours
They're with him again
But on Sunday afternoon
He's out of time
Some folks call him a deserter
But his kids know he'll arrive
On every other Friday at five
And they'll be watchin' out the window
When he pulls up in the drive
On every other Friday at five
