| Song | Out On the Weekend |
| Artist | Lee Ann Womack |
| Album | The Way I'm Livin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Think I’ll pack it in | |
| and buy a pick-up | |
| Take it down to L.A. | |
| Find a place to call my own | |
| and try to fix up. | |
| Start a brand new day. | |
| The woman I’m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I’m so down today | |
| She’s so fine, she’s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin’. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can’t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can’t begin to say. | |
| She got pictures on the wall, | |
| they make me look up | |
| From her big brass bed. | |
| Now I’m running down the road | |
| trying to stay up | |
| Somewhere in her head. | |
| The woman I’m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I’m so down today | |
| She’s so fine she’s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin’. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can’t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can’t begin to say. |
| Think I' ll pack it in | |
| and buy a pickup | |
| Take it down to L. A. | |
| Find a place to call my own | |
| and try to fix up. | |
| Start a brand new day. | |
| The woman I' m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I' m so down today | |
| She' s so fine, she' s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin'. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can' t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can' t begin to say. | |
| She got pictures on the wall, | |
| they make me look up | |
| From her big brass bed. | |
| Now I' m running down the road | |
| trying to stay up | |
| Somewhere in her head. | |
| The woman I' m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I' m so down today | |
| She' s so fine she' s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin'. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can' t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can' t begin to say. |
| Think I' ll pack it in | |
| and buy a pickup | |
| Take it down to L. A. | |
| Find a place to call my own | |
| and try to fix up. | |
| Start a brand new day. | |
| The woman I' m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I' m so down today | |
| She' s so fine, she' s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin'. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can' t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can' t begin to say. | |
| She got pictures on the wall, | |
| they make me look up | |
| From her big brass bed. | |
| Now I' m running down the road | |
| trying to stay up | |
| Somewhere in her head. | |
| The woman I' m thinking of, | |
| she loved me all up | |
| But I' m so down today | |
| She' s so fine she' s in my mind. | |
| I hear her callin'. | |
| See the lonely boy, | |
| out on the weekend | |
| Trying to make it pay. | |
| Can' t relate to joy, | |
| he tries to speak and | |
| Can' t begin to say. |