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The Weekend
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 forign 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 run away 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
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Saturday, pass 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, what became of me?
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
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