Big Weekend

Big Weekend
There's some friends that I know
Living in this town
And I've come far to see them
I'm gonna track 'em down
They live in a brick house
Painted white and brown

Left a tip for the maid
And I packed up my guitar
Drop my key on the counter
Rented a car
Gonna hook up with 'em later
And go hit the bar
I need a big weekend
Kick up the dust
I need a big weekend
If you don't run you rust
Well I may shake your hand
But I won't know your name
The joke in your language
Don't come out the same
There's times when I'm down and
There's nothing to blame
(Chorus)
I can work
I can travel
Sleep anywhere
Cross every border with nothing to declare
You can look back babe
But it's best not to stare
(Chorus)
Un grupo de amigos que conozco vive en esta ciudad. He viajado lejos para verlos y estoy decidido a encontrarlos. Residen en una casa de ladrillos pintada de blanco y marrón...