# **FIVE-DAY SENTENCE** **[Intro — alarm clock buzzing]** *SFX: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* **TIRED MAN:** “Aw, hell… is it Monday again?” **WOMAN’S VOICE:** “It’s Friday, genius.” **TIRED MAN:** “…Well why didn’t you say so?” *SFX: Alarm clock smashed — electric guitar kicks in* --- ## **[Verse 1]** Monday hit me like a hammer Tuesday dragged me through the dirt Wednesday felt about a year long Thursday made my whole back hurt Boss man’s standing by the time clock With that look upon his face Said, “I might need you here till midnight” I said, “You might need a new damn place” **BOSS VOICE:** “Excuse me?” **SINGER:** “You heard me, Earl.” *SFX: Time clock punches — DING!* --- ## **[Pre-Chorus]** Five o’clock, the chains come loose I’m trading work boots for dancing shoes That parking lot turns into a starting line Three… two… one… **CROWD:** “QUITTIN’ TIME!” --- ## **[Chorus]** I’m breaking out of this five-day sentence Friday night is my sweet redemption Turn that jukebox up to eleven Two-day parole feels close to heaven Let the tires scream, let the cold beer flow Let the whole damn county know I did my time, now I’m raising hell Ring that freedom bell *SFX: Bell rings — crowd cheers* **CROWD:** “LET’S GO!” --- ## **[Verse 2]** Billy’s got his old Ford running Jenny’s wearing painted-on jeans Bobby swears he knows the bouncer Bobby lies about everything There’s a line outside the honky-tonk And the band is playing loud Somebody hollered, “Who wants trouble?” **BARTENDER:** “Last time I checked, all of y’all.” *SFX: Bottle cap pops* --- ## **[Pre-Chorus]** Neon burning, speakers shaking Bad decisions in the making Ain’t nobody checking the time Three… two… one… **CROWD:** “POUR THE SHINE!” --- ## **[Chorus]** I’m breaking out of this five-day sentence Friday night is my sweet redemption Turn that jukebox up to eleven Two-day parole feels close to heaven Let the tires scream, let the cold beer flow Let the whole damn county know I did my time, now I’m raising hell Ring that freedom bell *SFX: Bell rings twice* **WOMAN’S VOICE:** “You better not be out all night!” **MAN’S VOICE:** “Define ‘all night.’” --- ## **[Instrumental Break]** *SFX: Car engine revs* *Electric guitar solo — fiddle answers each phrase* *Crowd clapping on the beat* **RANDOM GUY:** “Hey! That’s my truck!” **ANOTHER GUY:** “Not anymore!” *SFX: Tires squeal* --- ## **[Bridge — Half-Time Groove]** We work all week for a little bit of living Giving everything we’ve got worth giving So when that clock says the week is done We don’t walk out, brother — we run No meetings No ties No boss man No lies Just loud guitars And parking-lot stars And somebody yelling from the back of the bar— **DRUNK VOICE:** “I love everybody!” **BARTENDER:** “You don’t even know everybody.” **DRUNK VOICE:** “I said what I said!” --- ## **[Final Chorus — Bigger]** We’re breaking out of this five-day sentence Friday night is our sweet redemption Turn that whole damn town to eleven Two-day parole feels close to heaven Let the tires scream, let the cold beer flow Let the whole wide world know We did our time, now we’re raising hell Ring that freedom bell We’re breaking out, no looking back Got a full tank burning and a cooler packed Monday morning can go to— *SFX: Record scratch* **WOMAN’S VOICE:** “Watch your mouth.” **SINGER:** “…straight back where it came from.” --- ## **[Final Tag]** Five days down Two days free Ain’t nobody gonna work me Till Monday morning comes around **BOSS VOICE — distant phone message:** “Hey, I need somebody to cover Saturday—” *SFX: Phone hangs up* **EVERYBODY:** “HELL NO!” *SFX: Huge guitar hit — crowd cheering — car horn honks twice* **SINGER:** “See y’all Monday… maybe.”