Lyr Req: Friday Night Blues by Stuart MacGregor

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Friday Night Blues by Stuart MacGregor
From: GUEST,Dom
Date: 01 Nov 18 - 06:15 PM

Thanks Jim.

I got the Lyrics from my uncle. My family knew Stuart when they lived in Edinburgh in the 1950's and 1960's.

It may not have been recorded. Although I wish it had.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Friday Night Blues by Stuart MacGregor
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Nov 18 - 12:04 PM

Regarding Stuart MacGregor: information about him is pretty sparse on the internet.

I assume you’re talking about this guy:

http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/stuart-macgregor

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_MacGregor

I can’t find any evidence that he wrote a song (or poem) called “Friday Night Blues.” I’m not saying he didn’t—I just can’t find any trace of it. And I’m pretty tenacious and good at finding things.

I’d be interested in knowing where you got the lyrics you posted.

Has this song been recorded? By whom? When? What album? Any information you can give might be helpful.

Spotify has lots more recordings called “Friday Night Blues.” Spotify only identifies performers, not songwriters. If I had the patience to listen to all of them, I might find something, but I don’t, at least not right now.

This Google search result seems to indicate that the MacGregor’s book The Myrtle and the Ivy contains the phrase “Friday night blues” but maybe not any other lyrics from your song.

Subject: Lyr Add: FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES (Lynn Jackson)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Nov 18 - 01:25 AM

Another one.


FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES
Words and music by Linville Keith Jackson.
As recorded by Lynn Jackson on “Where Daddy Lived” (2004)

Sittin’ at a table down to Betty Lou's
I had a few drinks and I was feelin’ loose
The jukebox playin’ my favorite song
I can’t sit still; I got my dancin’ boots on
Gotta get out on the floor to shake the Friday night blues

All of a sudden from the corner of my eye
Caught a glimpse of an angel as she walked by
A drink in her hand, lookin’ so sweet
I thought to myself: this one’s for me
I gotta get her out on the floor to shake the Friday night blues

The Friday night blues and deep in my soul(?)
I ask her her to dance and now we’re lettin’ go
The way she holds onto me blows my mind
As we two-step around the floor one more time
I might fall in love tonight
If I play my cards just right
Friday night blues will be just a memory

There’s one thing I forgot all about
The ring on her finger, I found out,
Belongs to that big ol’ boy behind the bar
What was I thinkin’? Have I gone too far?
I better get out o’ here before I run out o’ luck

Friday night blues and deep in my soul(?)
I ask her her to dance and now we’re lettin’ go
The way she holds onto me blows my mind
As we two-step around the floor one more time
Don’t guess I'll fall in love tonight
Even if I play my cards just right
I can’t find no way to shake the Friday night blues
Said I can’t find no way to shake the Friday night blues
Said I can’t find no way to shake the Friday night blues

Subject: Lyr Add: FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES (Al Parsons)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Nov 18 - 12:55 AM

Another nice one. I’m narrowing it down!


FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES
Words and music by Al Parsons
As recorded by Al Parsons on “Notebook” (2005)

Moon breakin’ through a fluffy sky
Shinin’ on the last couple walkin’ down West Nine
Late-night bus wantin’ to sway(or “wantin’ its way”?) into Third
Dude at the Sub Stop outside gettin’ the word
All these Saturday-mornin’, laid-out(or “late out”?) Friday-night blues

Video jockey in an all-night arcade
Romancin’ things with some moves I can’t make
I’ve sat an’ watch ’em all come and they go
I’ve never seen a straight one now, don’t you know?
All these Saturday-mornin’ laid-out Friday-night blues

They all say they’re gettin’ out o’ this town
I ain’t seen one leave since I’ve been aroun’
But you know I’ll be gettin’ out o’ here
I’m out, baby, when I down this beer
All these Saturday-mornin’ laid-out Friday-night blues.
All these Saturday-mornin’ laid-out Friday-night blues.

Subject: Lyr Add: FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES (John Conlee)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 01 Nov 18 - 12:27 AM

I’m sure this country song is not the one you had in mind, but it’s too good not to post.


FRIDAY NIGHT BLUES
Words and music by James “Sonny” Throckmorton & Rafe Van Hoy.
As recorded by John Conlee on “Friday Night Blues” (1980)

1. He’s been workin’ all week; he’s got mental fatigue,
And that ol’ couch sure looks fine.
All week he’s been gone, she’s been sittin’ alone,
Slowly going out of her mind.
As he kicks off his shoes for the six o’clock news,
She’s gettin’ all prettied up.
While she’s wantin’ to boogie, he wants to lay there.
She’s got the Friday night blues.

CHORUS: Oh, those Friday night blues, they get in your shoes
And they work to get you down.
Ah, but there ain’t a lady that I ever knew
Who didn’t need her a night on the town;
But the hills and the bills and the week full of deals
Has got him feelin’ used.
While he’s kickin’ his shoes off, she’s puttin’ hers on,
’Cause she’s got the Friday night blues.

2. Oh, there once was a time she was top o’ the line,
Her nights like teenage dreams.
Now it’s op’ras at noon, dancin’ ’round with her broom,
Talkin’ to the washin’ machine.
Oh, the girl down the street says her husband is neat
And makes it sound so true.
Now she’s feelin’ lonely, thinks she’s the only
One with the Friday night blues. CHORUS, REPEAT AND FADE.


Also recorded by Sonny Throckmorton.

Subject: Lyr Req: Friday Night Blues by Stuart MacGregor
From: GUEST,Dom
Date: 29 Oct 18 - 07:48 PM

Known for songs like Coshieville, and Sandy Bell's Man.

I am looking for the Lyric to Stuart MacGregor's Friday Night Blues.
I'm missing a couple verses, I think. Anyway this is what I have.

Friday Night Blues

Friday night I guess I’m only half alive
But when I hear the whistle blowing and it’s half past five
I’ve been tied to a desk all day
Now I know it’s my turn to play
Make my way right quickly to a bar down town
With an ever lovin’ woman with her hair hung down
Pull out your pins, put your lipstick on
Baby let your hair hang long!

My mother always said I’d find an early grave
What with all the booze and badness that my hormones crave
Once I read the bible and it made me think
But I never found a chapter that was better than a drink!
Come on pretty lady be my girl for the night
And we’ll find some beer that’s heavy and some talk that’s light
Paradise is waiting so come on, come on
Baby let your hair hang long!