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The Weekend Song

from American Rhymin by Matt Monta

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lyrics

Well the waves are crashing in and I'm washed up on the shore
I been swimming for my life since she threw me overboard
Never did I think that I'd make it out alive
With her spirit trying to drown me, hangin round inside my mind
Her spirit trying to drown me, hangin round inside my mind.

So hallelujah to the weekend,
Hallelujah to sin,
Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in
I could use another blessing,
Maybe one more round
So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.
Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.

The devil dances in your pockets when there's lust on your lips
And she's pulling back her belt to show the tattoos on her hips
She's blowin in your ear cause you're singin her song
But you can't have a future when you're thinking that it's wrong
Man, you'll never have a future if you're thinking that it's wrong

So hallelujah to the weekend,
Hallelujah to sin,
Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in
I could use another blessing,
Maybe one more round
So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.
Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.

Some are looking for a thrill, some are looking for a kill
And there's pretty girls who'll tell ya that they won't, but they will.
And things'll get ugly when you start coming down
And you wanna get out of this one horse town
Man, you're so sick and tired of this one horse town

So hallelujah to the weekend,
Hallelujah to sin,
Hallelujah to the death-defying shape that I'm in
I could use another blessing,
Maybe one more round
So hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.
Hallelujah to the whiskey that'll put me in the ground.

Hallelujah.

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from American Rhymin, released March 25, 2013

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Matt Monta Richmond, Virginia

Voice for singing. Guitar for strumming. Harmonica for wailing. Boots for stomping.

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