The Weekend's for Bourbon (feat. Kenny Fuller)
Punching that clock
And putting in the time
We ain't gonna stop
Til the clock hits five
Been working all week
And I'm finally free
I'm heading downtown
To go and get me a drink
Well the week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cause drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
I've been thinking bout drinking
Yeah all week long
I put a 20 in the Jukebox
For drinking songs, well
I'm singing whiskey river
Til closing time
And all rowdy friends
Can drink to that all night
Well the week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cause drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
Now I was sitting right there
Just tending to my glass
When some good ole boys in the corner
Started acting like an ass
Yeah, calling themselves kings
The three wise men
I'm drinking Old Americana
Straight Kentucky my friend
The week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cuz drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
The week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cuz drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
And putting in the time
We ain't gonna stop
Til the clock hits five
Been working all week
And I'm finally free
I'm heading downtown
To go and get me a drink
Well the week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cause drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
I've been thinking bout drinking
Yeah all week long
I put a 20 in the Jukebox
For drinking songs, well
I'm singing whiskey river
Til closing time
And all rowdy friends
Can drink to that all night
Well the week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cause drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
Now I was sitting right there
Just tending to my glass
When some good ole boys in the corner
Started acting like an ass
Yeah, calling themselves kings
The three wise men
I'm drinking Old Americana
Straight Kentucky my friend
The week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cuz drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
The week was for working
The weekend's for bourbon
Fill up your glass and don't you worry bout nothing
Lay down your burdens
Let the whiskey get to burning
Cuz drinking bourbon beats the hell out of working
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Writer(s): Kenneth Fuller
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