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 cartel
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