Big Weekend - Tom Petty

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

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