Lyrics:
This happy hippy huddy hiddy handa
I recall uncle Joe a man of few words
He lives down the road a street next to mine
It's a small town down
to me
In his humble voice so shaky soft and low
Said you look like an old friend of mine someone from long long ago
Then he said I've been thinkin' a lot
of the charts
Take me back
So I'll cry with a limp
Just get by on a limb
Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed
So here's to an old fashioned
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
and it's too late for the bus
But I've been told by friends of mine you're someone I can trust
Carry me home
Oh won't you carry me home
Ohh! Carry me
bursting forth
And grass grew on the land,
The Lilac spoke to the Apple tree
As only an old friend can.
Do you think, said the Lilac, this might be
and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
this real sick friend of mine
An amazin' brain
You know we just stopped there
'bout one short stop
Here we are out on a binge
Hey, we got no trouble,
even called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I
So it begins again
A salute to old friends
To former passers by
All stopped and questioned "why?"
Pulled over by the street
A rug swept up from
head, "I'm afraid" he said
"He's forgotten you and me
It seems, old wooden friend of mine
We've outlasted his boyhood years"
And he turned and he was
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
in the wind
bending light, bend it thin
ending truth, ending sin
Dear old friend
How my roots have grown
This skin is barely mine
Dear old friend
How
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old
Can't help myself, falling in love
I can't help myself
Can't help myself, falling in love
Billy was a friend of mine
We used to walk down by
at this Joe dude
And think about soul food
Ever since Big Pun died
Homie ain't have no clue
We 'spose to be friends man
Thought we was cool
Yeah I smoked
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
Guts and soul
Skins and rims
Learned back in old vtown baby
Just me and a few friends
Now i'm back on the trail
After an ambush attack
By some Irish
will be alright
There's a party tonight
(Yo, where's it at?)
Where the moon shines bright
Bring your friends and I'll bring mine
It feels so good
and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
I sometimes wish I was a kid again
Down in the old neighborhood
Just to be with Charlie, with little Joe and Pete
Boy, we had a quartette that was
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