Lyrics Out On The Weekend - Lee Ann Womack

Out On The Weekend

Think I’ll pack it in and buy a pick-up
Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day
The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up But I’m so down today
She’s so fine, she’s in my mind
I hear her callin'
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay
Can’t relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can’t begin to say
She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up From her big brass bed
Now I’m running down the road trying to stay up Somewhere in her head
The woman I’m thinking of, she loved me all up But I’m so down today
She’s so fine she’s in my mind
I hear her callin'
See the lonely boy, out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay
Can’t relate to joy, he tries to speak and
Can’t begin to say