Lyrics

[Verse 1 — Restrained Baritone-Tenor]
That alarm started screaming
Before daylight touched the blinds
I’ve been answering to supervisors
With my freedom on my mind
Steel-toe boots and aching shoulders
Grease still underneath my nails
But that clock just struck five-thirty
And I’m breaking out this jail
My woman sent one little message:
“Wear that shirt that fits you right”
Now this tired man is smiling
Because she belongs to Friday night
[Pre-Chorus — Smoky Rise]
Let Monday keep its problems
Let Tuesday hold its stress
I gave that job my strongest hours
Tonight she gets my best
[Chorus — Passionate Chest Voice]
I’m clocked out and feeling good
Got my paycheck in my pocket
My woman looking sweeter
Than a working man can stand
We’re gonna dance until these hard weeks
Lose their grip around my back
I’m clocked out and feeling good
And I ain’t punching nothing but the time
[Verse 2 — Behind-the-Beat Storytelling]
She stepped outside in that red dress
With silver hanging from her ears
Said, “You’ve been everybody’s strong man
Come be mine for a few hours here”
We pulled up where the smoke was rising
From ribs turning on the flame
That bass line rolled across the parking lot
And called every tired worker’s name
I bought my baby something cold
Then pulled her body close to mine
She whispered, “Leave that boss behind you”
While her hips corrected time
[Pre-Chorus — Rising Emotion]
No bills across the table
No bad news through the phone
Just two grown people remembering
Why they hurry home
[Chorus — Stronger with Harmonies]
I’m clocked out and feeling good
Got my paycheck in my pocket
My woman looking sweeter
Than a working man can stand
We’re gonna dance until these hard weeks
Lose their grip around my back
I’m clocked out and feeling good
And I ain’t punching nothing but the time
[Bridge — Gospel-Rooted Climb]
Here’s to the nurses working doubles
Truckers running through the rain
Kitchen crews and factory people
Still showing up through every pain
Raise your glass if you earned this
Let that backbone loosen right
You carried everybody all week
Carry nothing else tonight
[Background Harmonies]
Put it down
Let it go
Move your feet
Save your soul
[Male Lead — Rough Soul Cry]
Baby, put your hand inside mine
Let me turn you nice and slow
I worked all week to earn this moment
Now I’m taking my woman home
[Final Chorus — Full Vocal Power]
I’m clocked out and feeling good
Every worry lost its power
When my woman started moving
Like she owned this Friday hour
Let the whole room keep on dancing
Till the morning breaks the black
I’m clocked out and feeling good
Monday better wait until I’m back
[Outro — Warm Ad-Libs]
No foreman
No timecard
No one telling me what to do
Just good music
One fine woman
And these arms wrapped around you
Clocked out, baby
Feeling good tonight