| I had nothing to do on a Saturday night
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| So I picked up a pizza at the drive-thru line
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| And I needed back just to spend it with man’s best friend
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| When a pretty young lady asked me to give her a hand
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| As a man tried to forced her to a black sedan
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| And I had no idea I was heading for a wild weekend
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| So I smacked that sucker and he took a dive
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| And I threw her in the front seat of my four-wheel drive
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| They were on my tail after I headed out on highway 10
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| My hands were sweating our hearts were pumping
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| Bullets flying around me from a three-fifty-something
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| It could’ve been a bad dream but it was a wild weekend
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| Lookout baby
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| It was a wild weekend it happens every now and then
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| It was a wild weekend I don’t know why and I can’t remember where or when
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| You take some sour mash whiskey and steel guitars
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| Throw in long legged women and souped up cars
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| You cook it down slow you got yourself a wild weekend
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| Well I made tracks to the Alabama line
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| To a rockin' little road house where I spend some time
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| Drinking and dancing down at the Hotel Whiskey
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| They chased me and her through the bar room door
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| We started knocking them down and mopping up the floor
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| It was a certified countryfied Dixie-fied wild weekend
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| It was a wild weekend it happens every now and then…
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| I woke up Monday morning I thought it was a dream
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| I had quite a headache thanks to ol' Jim Bean
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| There was a stranger in my bed smiling like a long lost friend
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| Now she wasn’t the prettiest thing I’d ever seen in my life
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| And she wasn’t my girlfriend or my ex-wife
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| Must have been someone I found on a wild weekend
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| It was a wild weekend it happens every now and then…
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| Got yourself a Bocephus weekend
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| What are the directions to that Hotel Whiskey |