| There’s some friends that I know
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| Living in this town
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| And I’ve come far to see them
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| I’m gonna track 'em down
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| They live in a brick house
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| Painted white and brown
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| Left a tip for the maid
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| And I packed up my guitar
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| Drop my key on the counter
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| Rented a car
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| Gonna hook up with 'em later
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| And go hit the bar
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| I need a big weekend
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| Kick up the dust
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| I need a big weekend
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| If you don’t run you rust
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| Well I may shake your hand
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| But I won’t know your name
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| The joke in your language
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| Don’t come out the same
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| There’s times when I’m down and
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| There’s nothing to blame
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| I can work
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| I can travel
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| Sleep anywhere
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| Cross every border with nothing to declare
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| You can look back babe
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| But it’s best not to stare |