One More Weekend

Here’s an example of Dylan attempting a silly love song, and instead of threading the needle between cliche and touching, falling flat. Lyrically, it’s almost like he’s not even trying. So many bad rhymes, so little thought. So much terrible.

Michael Gray (Song and Dance Man) notes the sonic similarities to Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat. It’s the only rock song on the album, perhaps it’s only significant aspect.

This one should have remained on the cutting room floor. Perhaps Dylan thought it was funny. I think it’s just annoying.

Lyrics


Slippin’ and slidin’ like a weasel on the run
I’m lookin’ good to see you, yeah, and we can have some fun
One more weekend, one more weekend with you
One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do

Come on down to my ship, honey, ride on deck
We’ll fly over the ocean just like you suspect
One more weekend, one more weekend with you
One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do

We’ll fly the night away
Hang out the whole next day
Things will be okay
You wait and see
We’ll go someplace unknown
Leave all the children home
Honey, why not go alone
Just you and me

Comin’ and goin’ like a rabbit in the wood
I’m happy just to see you, yeah, lookin’ so good
One more weekend, one more weekend with you
One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do (yes, you will!)

Like a needle in a haystack, I’m gonna find you yet
You’re the sweetest gone mama that this boy’s ever gonna get
One more weekend, one more weekend with you
One more weekend, one more weekend’ll do

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