[Intro – spoken over light guitar & distant horns] Yeah… Feels like the beads are still hanging from the balcony… And the brass band never really went home… (oh no, they didn’t…) [Verse 1] Sun’s coming up on a restless street Purple and gold at my tired feet Slide guitar crying soft and low Like it knows where the wild nights go Coffee strong but my heart beats louder Love came easy, left me prouder Trumpets laughing down the line You said, “Baby, one more time…” [Pre-Chorus] We were dancing where the river bends Strangers kissing like old best friends Oh, the rhythm don’t lie When the saints walk by… [Chorus – Big Hook] It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky, Hands up high, let the good times fly! If love gets messy, let it try — We’ll wash it clean in a second-line high! Oh-oh-oh, don’t let it pass us by, We’re living loud till the tears run dry, It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky — Hey! Hey! Let it ride! [Verse 2] Slide that bottle across the bar Tell me who we really are Not the Monday suits and ties But the truth behind our eyes You and me with nothing planned Just a backbeat and a borrowed band Bass line rolling through my chest Like every wrong turn led to this [Pre-Chorus] Tambourine and neon glow Hearts don’t break when the brass winds blow Oh, the rhythm don’t lie When the saints walk by… [Chorus – Full Band + Harmonies] It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky, Hands up high, let the good times fly! If love gets messy, let it try — We’ll wash it clean in a second-line high! Oh-oh-oh, don’t let it pass us by, We’re living loud till the tears run dry, It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky — Hey! Hey! Let it ride! [Bridge – Half-Time Blues Breakdown] (Whoa now… slow it down…) Love ain’t perfect, never was It’s cheap red wine and a midnight buzz It’s laughing hard when the lights go low It’s staying when you wanna go (Slide guitar answers vocal) Yeah… that’s how the good ones grow… [Final Chorus – Extended Crowd Version] It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky! (Weekend on a Bourbon sky!) Hands up high, let the good times fly! (Let ‘em fly!) If love gets messy, let it try — We’ll wash it clean in a second-line high! Oh-oh-oh, don’t let it pass us by, We’re living loud till the tears run dry, It’s a weekend on a Bourbon sky — Hey! Hey! Let it ride! [Outro – horns + ad libs] Let it ride… Let it riiiiide… (Brass hits, crowd claps, fade out)
