The Weekend - Dave Rawlings Machine

I hit the weekend just like a freight

I got there early, I couldn’t wait

I made a friend or two along the way

You want the details, but what can I say?

There’s the ballerina, the foreign cartels

The opera singer, the Southern belle

They’ve all got something strange and new

They’ve all got something, but not like you

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

It will take some time to to get back on course

I got to find my half-runaway horse

She was the best friend a man ever had

Now I’m going down the road feeling bad

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Friday is forever

Saturday flies fast

Sunday, start comin' down

The good ones never last

The good ones never last

What became of the red rooster after the tragedy?

What became of you, girl?

And what became of me?

And she said «I had good fortune — silver, silk and wool

I gave them all away and now my heart is full»

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo

Whoa whoa whoa whoaooo

I hit the weekend just like a freight

I got there early, I couldn’t wait