Told the boss I was going to my mother’s
Told mama I was gonna see a friend
Don’t want no one to know I’m slippin’
Out of town on a wild weekend.

Chorus
Gonna have a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend

With the pretty little blond haired blue eyed darling
Gonna have a wild weekend.

Instr…

Well, we might go up to the mountains
We might go down to the sea
Somewhere off from the big wide world
Just my baby and me.

Baby’s gonna cook me breakfast
Baby’s gonna tuck me in
Baby’s gonna warm my cold, cold lips
With kisses on a wild weekend.

Repeat Chorus:
I guess we’ll talk about the future
Make a lotta plans and stuff
Mostly though we’re just gonna sit by the fire
And make a lotta love.

Every man oughta try it
Least one time in his life
Just get away on a wild weekend
Like I’m gonna do with my wife.

Gonna have a wild weekend
Gonna have a wild weekend

With the pretty little mother of my two children
Gonna have a wild weekend…

The gray in his hair sadly tells him the truth

Time’s marching on to its own heartless drummer

It’ll never return to the days of his youth

He listens to Garth and he listens to Reba

He loves country music but he says point blank

They don’t make the songs now as good as they used to

And he misses Ernest and Lefty and Hank

He’s a child of the fifties confused by the nineties

Sound bytes and web sites and violence and crime

And he says only two things get better with time

A good love and a bottle of wine

A good love and a bottle of wine

She wakes him up gently and whispers good morning

She brings him his coffee one sugar no cream

He couldn’t tell you how long they’ve been married

But she’s still his angel and the girl of his dreams

And tonight when they lie in that big bed together

He’ll tell her he loves her he’ll hold her and then

They’ll talk about life and the roads that they’ve traveled

And he’ll say I’d sure like to do it again

He saw the bridges of Madison county

Apollo 13 sent a chill up his spine

But he still says just two things get better with time

A good love and a bottle of wine

A good love and a bottle of wine

Contentment’s a journey it’s no destination

You live long enough and one day you’ll find

That there’s only two things get better with time

A good love and a bottle of wine

A good love and a bottle of wine

Every time I hear the midnight trains
Rolling out to the open plains
A sense of freedom fills my veins I get the fever
Every time I sparrow flies up into the endless skies
Something down inside me cries I get the fever

I get the fever to pack up and leave here
And wander wild like the wind
This town’s too full of memories of cruel love
And I can’t stand it seeing her with him
Every time I hear a buddy say
He’s put lots of dust and clay
Between him and yesterday I get the fever

I get the fever to pack and leave here
And I think maybe I’ll do just that tomorrow
This town’s too full of memories of cruel love
Everywhere I turn there’s pain and sorrow
Every time I hear a buddy say
He’s put lots of dust and clay
Between him and yesterday I get the fever
I get the fever I get the fever I get the fever

Saturday night and the lights are bright

We’re laughing and dancing and gettin’ it right

Two hearts on the mend gettin’ it going again

Later on when the lights are low

We’ll be holding each other and dancing slow

Caught up in how good it feels

But remember honey we made a deal

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’re doing fine so far the way we are

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’ve got a good thing going don’t mess it up

No fair no fair falling in love

We didn’t wanna look like a couple of fools

So right from the start we laid out the rules

Don’t put love into words and nobody gets hurt

We know the best chance there is for us

Is to not let it get too serious

No matter how good it feels

Remember we still got a deal

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’re doing fine so far the way we are

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’ve got a good thing going don’t mess it up

No fair no fair falling in love

Yes you know and I know where this thing is going

This is one rule that’s bound to be broken

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’re doing fine so far the way we are

No fair no fair falling no fair falling in love

We’ve got a good thing going don’t mess it up

No fair no fair falling in love

No fair no fair falling in love

There’s a whole lot of people lookin’ down their noses at me
‘Cause I didn’t come from a wealthy fami- ly
There were ten of us livin’ in a two-room shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad tracks
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And ever’body said we were Po’ Folks. …

My daddy was a farmer, but all he ever raised was us
He dug a forty-foot well, struck thrirty-six gallons of dust
The Salvation Army gave us clothes to wear
A man from the County came to cut our hair
We lived next door to a millionaire
But we wasn’t nothin’ but Po’ Folks.

Refrain:
We was Po’ Folks livin’ in a rich folks world
We sure was a hungry bunch
If the wolf had ever come to our front door
He’d a had to brought a picnic lunch.

My granddaddy’s pension was a dollar and thirty-three cents
That was ten dollars less than the landlord wanted for rent
The landlord’s letters got nasty, indeed
He wrote: “Get out!”, but Pa couldn’t read
And we were too broke, to even pay heed
But that’s how it is, when you’re Po’ Folks.

Refrain:

But we had somethin’ in our house, money can’t buy
Kept us warm in the winter, cool when the sun was high
For whenever we didn’t have food enough
And the howlin’ winds, would get pretty rough
We patched the cracks and set the [S-P] table with ‘Love’
‘Cause that’s what you do, when you’re Po’ Folks;

And we wasn’t nothin’ but Po’ Folks
My mom and my dad was Po’ Folks
My brother and my sister was Po’ Folks
My dog and my cat was Po’ Folks
And even the Po’ Folks was Po’ Folks.

SOURCE: BILL ANDERSON’S GREATEST HITS/DECCA RECORDS DL7-4859

When I was a little boy my daddy used to say to me son

We got a lotta big land and a lotta hard work to be done

Go get your marbles put ‘em in the house

Tear down your castles in the sand

Come with your pappy to the cotton patch

And get a little dirt on your hands

Get a little dirt on your hands boy

Get a little dirt on your hands

If you’re gonna grow up to be a big big man

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

Well I got to be twenty and I thought I was a pretty big wheel

Left the country for the city met a slicker with a shady deal

He said hold up the tavern take all the money

Run as fast as you can

If you’re gonna get along in this big bad world

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

Get a little dirt on your hands boy

Get a little dirt on your hands

If you’re gonna grow up to be a big big man

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

Well it’s four in the morning and the warden is a calling my name

Says he’s teaching me a lesson gonna send me out to work in the rain

Dig that ditch boy chop that corn

I gotta make you understand

Only way to straighten out a guy like you

Is to get a little dirt on your hands

Get a little dirt on your hands boy

Get a little dirt on your hands

If you’re gonna grow up to be a big big man

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands

You gotta get a little dirt on your hands