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

Until every other Friday, at five

He counts the days and then the hours

Till 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 them 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

And 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