Wild Weekend Songtext / Lyric

I had nothing to do on a Saturday night

So I picked up a pizza at the drive-thru line

And I needed back just to spend it with man's best friend

When a pretty young lady asked me to give her a hand

As a man tried to forced her to a black sedan

And I had no idea I was heading for a wild weekend



So I smacked that sucker and he took a dive

And I threw her in the front seat of my four-wheel drive

They were on my tail after I headed out on highway 10

My hands were sweating, our hearts were pumping

Bullets flying around me from a three-fifty-something

It could've been a bad dream but it was a wild weekend

Lookout baby






It was a wild weekend,

It happens every now and then

It was a wild weekend

I don't know why and I can't remember where or when

You take some sour mash whiskey and steel guitars

Throw in long legged women and souped up cars

You cook it down slow

You got yourself a wild weekend



Well I made tracks to the Alabama line

To a rockin' little road house where I spend some time

Drinking and dancing down at the Hotel Whiskey

They chased me and her through the bar room door

We started knocking them down and mopping up the floor

It was a certified, country-fied, dixie-fied wild weekend



It was a wild weekend,

It happens every now and then

It was a wild weekend

I don't know why and I can't remember where or when

You take some sour mash whiskey and electric guitars

Throw in pretty southern women and souped up cars

You cook it down slow

You got yourself a wild weekend



I woke up Monday morning, I thought it was a dream

I had quite a headache thanks to ol' Jim Bean

There was a stranger in my bed smiling like a long lost friend

Now she wasn't the prettiest thing I'd ever seen in my life

And she wasn't my girlfriend or my ex-wife

Must have been someone I found on a wild weekend



It was a wild weekend,

It happens every now and then

It was a wild weekend

I don't know why and I can't remember where or when

You take some sour mash whiskey and steel guitars

Throw in long legged women and souped up cars

You cook it down slow

You got yourself a wild weekend



Got yourself a Bocephus weekend

What are the directions to that Hotel Whiskey