He works down at the factory 'Til that Friday whistle blows It's time to change the music Like his workin' clothes And leather boots and Levis And a practice southern drawl He's headed to a honky-tonk He's gonna have a bawl
[CHORUS:] Weekend country cowboy Out to find a faded rose And waltz around the dance floor Before the bar rooms close In the neon moonlight On a smokey hardwood range The weekend country cowboys In the saddle once again
He looks those angels over With his best Merle Haggard stare He knows that heavens waitin' Under Dolly Parton hair So to those Texas fiddles And let the music start For all you nine to fivers With some cowboy in your heart.