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"Take Care of Your
Friends" |
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Friend is a word that I
don't throw around |
Though it's used &
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 & banks
& visit with queens, |
And some of my friends are
up to their neck |
In overdue notes &
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
doesn't have anything to do |
With talent or money or
knowin' who's who. |
It's a comfortable feelin'
when you don't have to care, |
'Bout chosin' your words or
bein' quite fair. |
'Cause friends'll just
listen & let go on by |
Those words you don't mean
& not bat an eye. |
It makes a friend happy to
see your success. |
They're proud of your good
side & forgive all the rest. |
And that ain't so easy, all
of the time, |
Sometimes I get crazy &
seem to go blind! |
Your 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 tonite, |
All worldly riches &
tributes of men, |
Can't hold a candle to the
worth of a friend. |
author unknown |
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