There's a bar down the road we used to go.
We get a little crazy- wild.
Now I find myself in this old place, and I can't hear why.
Just last week I saw my buddies all strutting down on the drag.
They looked at me is if i was a ghost should i fair way out of line.
This old glass is gon help it man, give me time to pretend.
That dusty bottle has a sour taste man you can't buy good friends.
You can't buy good friends.
Pain'll come, pleasure will go, your heart will break, your wallet will grow.
Down this road, you'll always know that you got a place to rest those heavy loads.
This old glass is gon help it man, give me time to pretend.
That dusty bottle has a sour taste man you can't buy good friends.
You can't buy good friends.
I'm sitting here in my straw stetson, and i'm drinkin' em deep from some hand me down glass.
Ain't no one here gon a share a good laugh.
I knock em back and rest my head on a path.
Pain will come, pleasure will go, Your knees'll tremble and your heart will slow.
That steady breeze sure gonna carry us back now, back to that old pine table knockin back jack.
This old glass is gon help it man, give me time to pretend.
That dusty bottle has a sour taste man you can't buy good friends.
You can't buy good friends.

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