Dave Rawlings Machine - The Weekend lyrics

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 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'll take some time to get back on course I 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 whoa whoa whoaoo Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo Whoa whoa whoa whoaoo Friday is forever Saturday flies past 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? 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