Lyrics:

There's some friends that I know

Living in this town and I've come far to see them.

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,

dropped my key on the counter, rented a car.

Gonna hook up with em' later and go hit the bars.



I need a big weekend. Kick up the dust.

Yeah 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 need a big weekend.

Kick up the dust.

Yeah a big weekend.

If you don't run, you rust.



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.



I need a big weekend.

Kick up the dust.

Yeah a big weekend.