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There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the line
It was the good guys and the bad guys I was eight and he was nine
And I forgot to keep my
there's a vendor in the park
Taps the day away and heads home by dark
Said he played the skins in a motown band
At the newport jazz shook buddy's hand
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?" 
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go 
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
I wonder if you realize
How good it is to be loved by a woman
A woman you can count on
Even when she knows you've done her wrong

The one who
in the back with their heads on the floor
Surrounded by their buddies, they're all hollerin' for more
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's Mr. B's ballroom
I see are as worried as can be. Looks like they've been wonderin', too.

(Chorus)

I had a buddy, way back home, but he started out to roam and I hear
in the eye
And tell him Straight up im just a regular guy (ill have her home by 9 sir)

I'm a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that
And I had me a buddy back home
But he started out to roam
And I hear, he's out by Frisco Bay
And, sometimes when I've had a few
His old voice comes
name on my caller ID
Callin' you up and ya OGs sayin' you ain't home
What's really goin' on? I want to know
So gimme a call and let's play no games
celly, no name on my caller ID
Callin' you up and ya OGs sayin' you ain't home
What's really goin' on? I want to know
So gimme a call and let's play no
As I strolled on by someone grabbed my arm and said
"buddy where do you stand"?
I said "I stand wherever I choose my friend
And you best let go of my
up

By the end of my last season
They said I was among the best
So I proudly called a girl back home
Hopin' she would be impressed
But her momma
home,
But he started out to roam
And I hear he's out by Monterey,

And sometimes, when I've had a few,
His voice comes singin' through
And I'm a-goin' out
Blue Cyclone, Oooh

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel,
No really thank you
(y'all better hear this s***)
I felt so inspired by what
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel,
No really thank you

(y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
Well I got years of livin'
By and how I choose
Ain't never been a gambler
'Cause I's always bound to lose
My buddies, they drink liquor
a marathon
I was bummin', those shows kept comin'
Here's what was goin' on

These castaways were stranded
On this island out at sea
One of them called
name on my caller ID
Callin' you up and ya OGs sayin' you ain't home
What's really goin' on? I want to know
So gimme a call and let's play no games
on the sand

Yeah, I'm sittin' pretty in Suntan City,
With a cold one in my hand

I gotta buddy who blew all his money,
And he had to stay his broke-ass home
When you look out your window and see her runnin' away
You start addin' things up, how you let her down
Now she's makin' you pay, by runnin' away
They done showed up to squoosh my head, but I was saved by this guy they
call
Well they call him Mojo's dad cause he's a screaming lunatic
Librarian
pacin' alone
There'’s nobody home and she'’s runnin' away

Bury me in a lonesome valley
Where I can feel the sun goin' up and down
And I can feel
and takes my kids to Istambul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were leavin' home
My
I remember the phone every evening
Ringing till it fell off the wall
Seemed like every single guy in town
Was looking for a buddy to call

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