Letra de 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 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

https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-weekend-dave-rawlings-machine.php
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