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Weekend Songs: Your Essential Weekend Soundtrack (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cold Feet [Global] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cold Feet (40k Crew) · More Cold Feet (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cold Cold Heart (George Jones) · Cold Cold Heart (Hank Williams) · Cold Cold Water (Mirah) · Cold, Cold World (Blaze Foley) · Cold, Cold Heart: Early Bluegrass Heroes, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · It's a Cold Cold Christmas: Ice and Easy (Ricochet) – and 90 other albums »


weekends gonna be 

Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come 
Because weekends were, made for fun 

By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
weekends gonna be 

Lookout weekend 'cause, here I come 
Because weekends were, made for fun 

By the time wednesday comes, I feel the beat and I want
cold cold lips with kisses on a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend...

I guess we'll talk about the future make a lotta plans and stuff
Mostly
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
On a summer night, on a summer night 
A cold chill, a cold chill, a cold chill, cold chill 

Weekends came and weekends passed 
But not the yearning in my
be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it

Every week has a weekend
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
(By this time) Friday night
Oh,
breezes walking home from work
County kilburn sun
Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy london
The night grew cold, the thames is old
Stuck here for the weekend
Kickin' on a tincan, out of my mind
Stuck here for indefinite
Talking to myself, half of the time

Stone cold black
you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye

And he loves the girls
And he loves the boys
Gonna make
It's a 3 day weekend
I'm loading up my truck
Got tons of beer
Might shot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a cross bow
Jamie
I had to fall in love 
You know she's cold 
 
Turn your clock back woman when you see me comin' round 
My feet don't, feet don't even touch
But here I go again

Wreckless weekends, weekends
Led by my heart, not my head
Tearing this whole world apart
Bringing me down when it starts

And if
Who died and crowned me everybody's everything
I'm even busting my butt through the weekend
By the time I get home there's not an ounce of sanity
and sides go bare
Let the hands and feet go cold
Give to the belly beer enough
Whether it be new or old

Sometimes we call at a rich man's hall
To beg for
I'm freaking and speaking of tweaking
The weekend's kinda sneaking up and baby I'll be squeaking 
By I'm tweaked out and freaked out and geek by
you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye

And he loves the girls
And he loves the boys
Gonna make
old times
hit me up with feets so right

It's the weekend hopin we can chill again sort of like we use to
'cause you know its over due
maybe we can
you're busy cleaning up your own mess
Maybe you could honor my small request

Take off the tax on a cold six pack
Add another day to make the weekend last
When my lonely thoughts meet my lonely feet,
And the cold reminds me that I've chosen this life,

I must say,
It's a nice day,
With the flowers in
The first time that I saw your face on a cold December night
It was a Tuesday on a gig with a band that we both liked
The first time that I heard
feet
Fingers tall
Far from reach
Mind to talk
Still words bleed
Optic box
Melted through
Sonic shock
Silent clue
Drop by drop
Drain-out tube
you're busy cleaning up your own mess
Maybe you could honor my small request

Take off the tax on a cold six pack
Add another day to make the weekend last
freezing, freezing cold
Well I tried everything to warm her up

Now I'm living in the cold hotel 'cause
She passed me up or she passed me by or I
Narrow streets breed narrow minds and
Care for king but not for kind
It's a short hop to a long weekend
When every move you apprehend
You'll