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“Thank God the Weekend’s Over”
©2021 Jerry Brotherton

It’s time to get up and go to work, that old alarm clock said.
It’s Monday and I still have her, rolling around in my head.
It’s six o’clock in the morning, and I’m feeling half past dead.
Thank God the weekend’s over, if I can just get out of bed.

Chorus:
There’s something about the weekend,
that can make me lose my mind.
Only when I drink tequila,
chased with a salted lime.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember,
the good times they say I had.
But if I wake up on Monday,
it couldn’t have been that bad.

Friday at the watering hole, I was drinking Bud and gin.
When the door swung open, and a golden light cascaded in.
If she was not heaven’s angel, she sure as hell should have been.
Just watching her assets swaying gave me goosebumps on my skin.
She strolled over to my table, said, “I hate to drink alone.”
“Have a seat”, I tried to say, but all that came out was a moan.
Electricity flashed, like a hurricane hit’n a cyclone.
And before the night was over, my paycheck was all but gone.

(Repeat Chorus)

We danced until my feet hurt, then we would drink and dance some more.
She floated like a feather, across the sawdust-covered floor.
We closed down that tavern, then we found an all-night liquor store.
She said let’s go back to my place, what are we standing here for.
We went to her apartment, my mind was in a little haze.
But I know one thing for sure, we set the morning sun ablaze.
It was a glorious encounter, that filled the next two days.
Didn’t know two people could be together, in so many ways.

(Repeat Chorus)

When Sunday’s sun went down, she said, “Cowboy, it’s been fun for sure.”
You’re the best one so far, it’s a shame we don’t have time for more.
She said this is a one-time thing, and she led me across the floor.
She shoved me out the window, as her husband walked in the door.
It’s time to get up and go to work, that old alarm clock said.
It’s Monday and I still have her, rolling around in my head.
It’s six o’clock in the morning, and I’m feeling half past dead.
Thank God the weekend’s over, but I don’t think I can get out of bed.
Yea, thank God the weekend’s over, and I’m still alive today.
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