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Susan Johnson left me three good children
They say the man she left with went to prison
God knows I done my best to try to raise 'em somebody's
things
It simply is and it's mine
You can have it too, though
My best friend says "Sharing is caring" but
We both know that I don't
Need to share your
things are the best
That may be very good for all the rest
But I'm goin' to let the old things be
'Cause they are certainly not suited for me
There was
Written by russ ballard, ©1983
Found on your move and the very best of america.
I've been in love, girl, so many times before
They'd love
Testify now, this evening
Raise your hands this evening
Said you was the one, you was my best friend
You was my best friend
You was my
Brother, friend
was my best friend
You was my best friend
You was my
Brother, friend, homey through thick and thin
Misery, misery, misery
Brother, a friend, my homey
school
His best friend wouldn't listen didn't make good grades
Coach kicked him off the team wouldn't let 'em play
So he stopped going to school
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
That stupid old bug
That kills only love
I want to be good
Is that not enough
puppy yet
Well, I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend
The thing to do was leave you, but I should of left then
Now I'm too old to leave you,
avec elle alors
She didn't talk to me enough that's not our friend now shut the fuck up
Can I trust her
Can I trust the wind
She can join my mind
back by the railroad track
When I heard the preacher sayin'
"Betty La Rue, you know, the trouble with you
Is you never spent enough time prayin'"
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line my friend
I head back to the bridge, its getting kinda cold
I'm feelin' too low down
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
While we sit at our table my family heads bowed low
My thoughts return to childhood to the finest guy I know
He doesn't speak good English he's
that bad or was I good enough?
I'm under pressure, I can't run plays like this
My mama always said that there'll be days like this
I'm all alone by
as soon as I closed my eyes
I was saying to love 'good-bye'
But I guess I'm lonely, brokenhearted
Life's not over, I can start again (life's not over)
friend
I thought that the love was gonna try to win
But now I see I'm stuck in here to see the evil rise again
My brain is so gung-ho
This all started
a simple guy
I tried my best to smile but deep inside my heart
I felt it was shouting like a crowd dancing
I guess I couldn't live without the things that
goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud couldn't even let my light shine
But she was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use
to me
Come back, I need you in my life
I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you
What's up baby? It's been a while
You been good? I've
pretend
It's you
A love that never ends
I pretend it's you
That I'm in love with
To never fool around with you was my best deed
Stand up guy,
a good enough reason (woo)
I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin', "Lord, Jesus help me," 'cause they ass leakin'
When they
the closest ones to ya
Be the ones that sneak up behind ya and stick the knife through ya
That's why now I keep my friends to a minimum
Check for the ones
This is for my people's who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man or your lady
Put you hand way up high
You will never say bye
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