"The Weekend" as written by and David Rawlings Gillian Welch....
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 oh oh oh oh

It’ll take some time to get back on course
I’ve got to find my runaway horse
She was the best friend a man ever had
Now I’m going down the road feeling bad

Whoa oh oh oh oh

Friday is forever, Saturday flies past
Sunday start coming down
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 it all away and now my heart is full

I hit the weekend just like a freight I got there early – I couldn’t wait


Lyrics submitted by smallwonderrobot, edited by sarahp

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    General CommentIsn't this about drugs? What is the red rooster and the ballerina and the opera singer? I understand the horse.
    lant100721on November 07, 2016   Link

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