Tom Petty Follow

There's some friends that I know living in this town and
I've come far to see themGonna track em'
downThey live in a brick house painted white and
brownLeft a tip for the maid and I packed up my
guitar, dropped my key on the counter, rented a carGonna
hook up with em' later and go hit the barsI need
a big weekendKick up the dustYeah a big weekendIf
you don't run, you rustWell I may shake your hand
but I won't know your nameThe joke in your language
don't come out the sameThere's times when
I'm down and there's nothing to blame I need
a big weekendKick up the dustYeah a big weekendIf
you don't run, you rust I can work, I can travel,
sleep anywhere, cross every border with nothing to
declareYou can look back babe, but it's best not to
stare. I need a big weekendKick up the
dustYeah a big weekendIf you don't run, you
rust.