Cantando esto.
Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up. Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up. Start a brand new day. The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up, but I'm so down today. She's so fine, she's in my mind. I hear her callin'. See the lonely boy, out on the weekend trying to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and can't begin to say. She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up from her big brass bed. Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up somewhere in her head. The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up but I'm so down today. She's so fine she's in my mind. I hear her callin'. See the lonely boy, out on the weekend trying to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and can't begin to say.
Que suena así.
'Out on the weekend', Harvest (1972), en directo para la BBC un año antes de ser editada.
Y, aunque las hay, yo no necesito más razones.
