Hereâs a little thing about Mag and Stan hauling down the road in the winter time
Riding on their thumbs but walking most of the way
Stan used to hop trains but Magâs afraid so they get their traveling done another way
Just wanna get down south to where itâs warm
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then theyâll always be around
An old guy stops in a beat-up ford and asks how far did they wanna go
And Stan says weâre going all the way to the end
This old guy heâs lost his wife and lost his grip on the rest of his life
Just drives around now listening to the radio
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then theyâll always be around
Now itâs 4 days on the road in that rusty ride and 3 nights sleeping out on the side
Eating roadstand fruit, coffee and refried beans
When they reach the gulf they all lay on the beach and soak up the sun and get used to the heat
Talkin about how cold it is up in I. Falls
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then theyâll always be around
There ainât no end to their family, their web covers the whole country
Maybe it ainât true that we have to be alone
Maybe theyâll just drive around pickinâ folks up, being yr friend when yr down on yr luck
Maybe thereâs a car big enough for us all
True friends, true friends are hard to find
To get one you gotta be one
And then theyâll always be around