Friend
Friend is a
word that I don't throw around
Though it's
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
friends 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 nothing' 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 chosin'
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!
Yes friends
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
By Baxter Black
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