The White Buffalo - The heart and soul of the night

^D Well I can feel it ^Aflooding in when it’s ^GFriday night ^{A D} Young blood pumpin' ^Athrough my veins and ^Gfull of fight ^{A D} Probably do a ^Abunch of things that ^Gjust ain’t right ^{A D} Well hell, ain’t ^Athat what the weekend’s ^Gfor ^{A D} Windows down, the ^Aseat way back, and the ^Gradio up ^{A D} Natural Light be-^Atween my legs in a ^GPepsi cup ^{A D} Not a care in the ^Aworld, just gon' l^Give it up ^{A D} Well, the ^Anight it opens wide ^{G A}

^G City and the s^Atars align ^D Ain’t it wo^Anderful to be^G alive ^G Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^G Searching for the ^Aheart and soul o' the nig^Dht ^{G A} Oh, o' the ni^Dght ^{G A}

^D Monday morning, ^Astill laughing about what we ^Gdid and said ^{A D} Girls and booze and ^Aattitude swimming ^Gin my head ^{A D} Worth every moment, ^Aevery second, ^Gno regrets ^{A D} Keeping ^Aone eye on the prize ^{G A}

^G City and the s^Atars align ^D Ain’t it wo^Anderful to be^G alive ^G Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^G Searching for the ^Aheart and soul o' the nig^Dht ^{G A} Oh, o' the ni^Dght ^{G A}

^D Years fly by, the ^Ascene it shifts ^Governight ^{A D} Little less fear, a ^Alittle less feeling, a ^Glittle less fight ^{A D} Kids are in bed, there’s a ^Abuzz in my head, and ^Gsparks ignite ^{A D} I still got fumes in the ^Atank for a-^Gnother ride ^A

^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for

^G City and the s^Atars align ^D Ain’t it wo^Anderful to be^G alive ^G Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^Bm Ain’t that what the ^Aweekend’s for ^G Searching for the ^Aheart and soul o' the n^Dight