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 detail 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 x4
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 x4
Friday is forever, Saturday flies past
Sunday starts 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
I had good fortune – silver, silk and wool
I gave it all away and now my heart is full
Whoa oh oh oh oh x4
I hit the weekend just like a freight
I got there early – I couldn’t wait