Weekender Lyrics - Midwest Farmer's Daughter - Margo Price

went down to the county jail 

And turned myself in 

Spending all my weekends here 

Far from my good-timing friends 

Things just went from bad to worse 

But I don't know when 

The only thing I know for sure 

Is I ain't going back again 

They took me down to cellblock B 

After stripping off my clothes 

Put me in a monkey suit 

And threw me in the throes 

Like a rat in a maze 

A cow in the herd 

Or a sparrow with a broken wing 

Now I know the reason why 

The caged bird has to sing 

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Cause I'm just a weekender 

In the Davidson County Jail 

And my old man, he ain't got the cash 

To even go my bail 

Should have listened to my mama 

And quit my life of sin 

Before I went backsliding again 

This bed is hard and the room is cold 

And my cellmate's got a cough 

She takes her meds and sleeps all day 

Got six more weeks til she's off 

She said she beat her boyfriend up 

While high on crack cocaine 

And now she sits and watches 

Her life go down the drain 

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Cause she's just a weekender 

In the Davidson County Jail 

Her old man ain't got the cash 

To even go her bail 

She should have listened to her mama 

And quit her life of sin 

Before she went backsliding again 

Walk into some other room 

They tried to make me eat 

Red-dyed gravy, cardboard bread 

And something that looked like meat 

One tough girl from cellblock C 

Picked a fight with the man at the desk 

Mighty soon was sent back to her room 

And I bet you know the rest 

Cause we're all just weekenders 

In the Davidson County Jail 

My old man ain't got the cash 

To even call my bail 

Should have listened to the good Lord 

Maybe quit my life of sin 

Before I went backsliding again 

Before I went backsliding again