Friend is a word that
I dont throw around
Though its used and abused,
I still like the sound
I save it for people who've
done right by me
And I know I can count on
if ever need be
some of my freinds drive big
limousines
Own ranches and banks and
visit with queens
And some of my friends are
up to their neck
In overdue notes and can't
write a check
They're singers or ropers
or writers of prose
And others, God bless 'em,
can't blow their own nose!
I guess bein' friends don't
have nothin' to do
With talent or money or knowin'
who's who
It's a comf'terbul feelin'
when you don't have to care
'Bout choosin' your words
or bein' quite fair
'Cause friends'll just listen
and let go on by
Those words you don't mean
and not bat an eye
It makes a friend happy to
see your success
They're proud of yer good
side and forgive all the rest
And that ain't so easy, all
of the time,
Sometimes I get crazy and
seem to go blind!
Yer friend just might have
to take you on home
Or remind you sometime that
you're not alone.
Or ever so gently pull you
back to the ground
When you think you can fly
with no one around
A hug or a shake, whichever
seems right
Is the high point of givin',
I'll tell ya tonight,
All worldly riches, and tributes
of men,
Can't hold a candle to the
worth of a Friend
© Baxter Black
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