I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Tell me how you 'bout

Since I met you Baby I'm happy as a man can be Well since I met you Baby You made a new man out of me I used to wake up in the morning with an aching head I couldn't remember anything I'd said My friends told me I was gun outta line If it wasn't for you

We may not always be the best of lovers But if you leave it to me I think I can see We'll always be the best of friends The best of friends And one day when I am old and on the porch With knittings around my knees you hear me say Excuse me please, but

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

Maybe there's a good God, damn Could there be a good God? Damn When the times get rough To your oldest friends With the good God damn Maybe there's a good God If He made you You want to get messed up? Put your favorite record on baby

Yeah, they say when we grow up You'll understand when you're older Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know it Say goodbye to the old me I know I could die any moment If I do just remember this If I'll ever let go of this We ain't friends anymore, you don't

Lookin' through the eyes of a stranger Lookin' through the eyes of danger Lookin' at the all-night dancer Never takin' all the chances On a cold and windy morning Said goodbye to my old friends They were hangin' around the corner They were stayin' till

But you got your friends too Should've left you a long time ago All my niggas done told me so But my niggas don't hold me tight When I'm sleeping in my bed at night, only you There are times I think about that fateful day I threw your love away Every

Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town My own children are grown But I

Old friends in better times. When the sun got big, and the night came down, We used to share a drink - and let the demons out. We let the good times rock, you made the bad times roll We used to laugh a lot, you had a lot of soul. And when the going got