The Weekend

Oh, few things work out like you want 'em to

But just do your best; it's the best you can do

The sailboats are gliding to shore with the wind

Go out and stroll about and find a friend



Yeah, the long week is gone, now the weekend's begun

Go down and check the tavern; you might find some fun

The girls from the high ridge are singing tonight

Hang out and drink some wine and feel all right



Does your heart tell the truth when you're lying?

Number one

Does your blues get you high when you're crying?

Oh, oh, now



Yeah, the telephone's ringing, but nobody's home

She's out for the evening, but she's not out alone

Of course you could find her, but what'd be the use?

Hang out and drink some wine and just get juiced



Does your mind hit the groove when you're gleaming?

Number two

Does your life start to live while you're dreaming?

Oh, oh, now



The slow week is gone, now the weekend will run

Relax on a Sunday and soak up some sun

There ain't much of nothin' that's free anymore

But the sunshine's real fine and don't keep score



Do you think you could love one and only?

Number three

Does your blues get you off when you're lonely?

Oh, oh, now