Jessica Lynne Witty & Chris Jones - Weeklong Marathon Lyrics

Well, it was fine, flying thru the sky
Seats were too small, my mouth was dry
But ah man, my company was fine
My double shots couldn't stay afloat
Poured in lap instead of my throat
So, when my crew hit the ground running we made a B-line
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Having so much fun, barely thinking
Didn't know you could survive off the suds
Hanging out with your buds
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Even all the whiskey in Tennessee
It wasn't nearly enough for me
Kept seeing them bottles flying off the shelf
Well, the tender man said just one more round
I gotta cut you off before you hit the ground
I said, I see there's more whiskey for me, can I help myself?
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Having so much fun, barely thinking
Remind me tomorrow if I do forget
Hold my beer you ain't seen nothing yet
A weeklong marathon of drinking
Now when they run out of your favorite poison
Gotta order a round for all your boys and
You know gotta switch it up
Oh, that's when things get a little bit crazy
And everything gets a little bit hazy
Mixing different liquors in a red solo cup (aw)
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Having so much fun, barely thinking
Didn't know you could survive off the suds
Hanging out with your buds
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Having so much fun, barely thinking
Remind me tomorrow if I do forget
Hold my beer you ain't seen nothing yet
A weeklong marathon of drinking, yeah
It was a weeklong marathon of drinking
Yeah, it was a weeklong marathon of drinking