Weekend Gold

[Verse]
Friday clock ticks, the whistle blows,
Dusty boots, worn-out clothes,
The sunset’s painting the evening sky,
Time to live before time flies by.
[Verse 2]
Crackling fire, the stars align,
A mason jar of homemade shine,
Laughter echoes through the pines,
We’re chasing joy, leaving worries behind.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.
[Verse 3]
Saturday’s calling, fishing lines sway,
Skipping stones where the river plays,
Friends and family gather ‘round,
In this little piece of heaven we’ve found.
[Verse 4]
Sunday mornings, a gospel breeze,
Harmony hums through the old oak trees,
We bow our heads, grateful and true,
For a weekend well spent under skies so blue.
[Chorus]
Weekends are gold, they’re all we own,
Moments to cherish, seeds we’ve sown,
Raise your voice, let your heart unfold,
Life’s too short to keep dreams on hold.

smooth country accent, melodic, acoustic, male vocals, soulful, soul, deep, smooth, country, happy, campfire music