Wild Weekend
Oh what a wild weekend, I saw friends I didn't know I'd see again
Drinking at a wedding, at a church the setting, was a cemetery in a town
Near Boston, near Boston
Oh what a wild weekend, I caught a train Friday morning into Boston
I stepped out onto the street, just anxious to meet
A new friend to show me where to begin, my wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend, things got strange when I started drinking
I met Eddie the queer over Jack and a glass of beer
When I heard what he had in mind, I went walking
What a wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend I caught a ride from MaryAnn downtown
My hunger knew no end in the city so full of sin, smoked up in the alley
Money's gone again... what wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend, I missed the eight thirty train leaving Boston
I could of waited around for a later train to leave town
Instead I headed on down to highway 93, leaving Boston
Oh what a wild weekend, it's 25 miles between Andover and Boston
I walked all night long, with the words of this song my only company
To keep me strong, I walked all night long
Oh what a wild weekend, Andover sits on the horizon
I never felt so tired as when I laid down on that bench, my spirit spent
Where it went I can't say when... what a wild weekend
What a wild weekend... what a wild weekend... what a wild weekend
What a wild weekend, What a wild weekend
Drinking at a wedding, at a church the setting, was a cemetery in a town
Near Boston, near Boston
Oh what a wild weekend, I caught a train Friday morning into Boston
I stepped out onto the street, just anxious to meet
A new friend to show me where to begin, my wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend, things got strange when I started drinking
I met Eddie the queer over Jack and a glass of beer
When I heard what he had in mind, I went walking
What a wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend I caught a ride from MaryAnn downtown
My hunger knew no end in the city so full of sin, smoked up in the alley
Money's gone again... what wild weekend
Oh what a wild weekend, I missed the eight thirty train leaving Boston
I could of waited around for a later train to leave town
Instead I headed on down to highway 93, leaving Boston
Oh what a wild weekend, it's 25 miles between Andover and Boston
I walked all night long, with the words of this song my only company
To keep me strong, I walked all night long
Oh what a wild weekend, Andover sits on the horizon
I never felt so tired as when I laid down on that bench, my spirit spent
Where it went I can't say when... what a wild weekend
What a wild weekend... what a wild weekend... what a wild weekend
What a wild weekend, What a wild weekend
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Writer(s): Lance Taylor
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